Mon Dieu, la vie est par trop moche.

It was as if hell itself had taken human form and come up from the abyss.

We were all pawns easily discarded at the whims of monsters, some of whom were younger than me.

Inside, I screamed for help but the words knew better than to escape my lips.

Forgiving yourself is the first step, forgetting, well it never goes away. Moving forward and walking with one foot in front of the other does get you somewhere. Just keep walking.

He was a nobody. Yet and still, he held the gun and therfore all of the power.

We have seen year after year the passion you have for music, and the way you have always been incredibly passionate fans, even though Hanson has not always been the coolest thing to be into.

I want to end my life like a human being: in Intensive Care, high on morphine, surrounded by cripplingly expensive doctors and brutal, relentless life-support machines. Then the corpse can go into orbit—preferably around the sun. I don't care how much it costs, just so long as I don't end up party of any fucking natural cycle: carbon, phosphorus, nitrogen. Gaia, I divorce thee. Go suck the nutrients out of someone else, you grasping bitch.