On a fundamental level, I am someone who would throw sand at children.

Тo me, the future doesn’t seem real. It’s just this magical place where I can put my responsibilities so that I don’t have to be scared while hurtling toward failure at eight hundred miles per hour.

But when you're concerned that the miserable, boring wasteland in front of you might stretch all the way into forever, not knowing feels strangely hope-like.

YOU R sO bRUEtifUL...how R U so BRUTEfUL and good?

There I was, casually wishing that I could stop existing in the same way you'd want to leave an empty room or mute an unbearably repetitive noise.

And that's the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn't always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn't even something-it's nothing. And you can't combat nothing.

I couldn't even muster the enthusiasm to hate myself anymore.

And finally - FINALLY - after a lifetime of feelings and anxiety and more feelings, I didn't have any feelings left. I had spent my last feeling being disappointed that I couldn't rent Jumanji.

-to me, the future doesn't seem real. It's just this magical place where I can put my responsibilities so that I don't have to be scared while hurtling toward failure at right hundred miles per hour.

You don't have to be a good person to feel like a good person, though. There's a loophole I found where I don't do good, helpful things, but I keep myself in a perpetual state of thinking I might.

Do not be surprised that the world hates you, the truth is coming from the atheists I know.

It's all about the Benjamins, I got a Pay Per View and I should be on Pay Per View.

My own parents were touchy-feely.

I'm always changing things around. I have to change it all the time. I'm rearranging furniture and taking down paintings and putting up new ones, and buying new pieces of art.

Who gives a damn about being remembered? That's really for amateurs.

God is what's good in me.

I don't think we're wasting people in space.

Sometimes you make up your mind about something without knowing why, and your decision persists by the power of inertia. Every year it gets harder to change.

He who takes whatever God sends with smile has learned lifes hardest lesson.

I would not lose so great an honor As one man more methinks would share with me For the best hope I have.