It's not how tragically we suffer but how miracously we live.
It's like I realized that way down inside, I've always been lonely for something. But I don't know what for. It's like everybody in the world want's something. Only they never really know exactly what it is - they just keep finding out what it's not. You know how, when you turn off the TV or you come out of some concert, and everything just feels empty? Like you thought that would be what you wanted, and then it wasn't?
The insane are sane and the sane are insane in a world of craziness.
Sometimes it seems like we're all living in some kind of prison, and the crime is how much we all hate ourselves. It's good to get really dressed up once in a while and admit the truth - that when you look closely, people are so strange and complicated that they're actually beautiful. Possibly even me.
Insanity is knowing that what you're doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can't stop it.
I have a tendency to hurt myself physically, when I'm hurting inside.
The pain is there to remind me that I'm still alive.
And sometimes I have really bad day... when, you know, I just want to hide or scream or bleed or something...
If you can't solve it, it isn't a problem - it's reality. And sometimes reality is the hardest thing to understand and the thing that takes the longest to realize. But once it hits you in the face you'll never forget it. It will always be there in your memories and sometimes that is the best way to look at it.
I take the blade and run it gently against my skin, it cuts in deeper and deeper, the blood bursts out and slowly runs down my arm then it stops and the pain goes away.
If you hold back your feelings because you are afraid of getting hurt, you end up hurting anyway.
There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.