“How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.”

“I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.”

“I'm sorry you don't get it, Mom. Sometimes I don't get why I do the things I do. I just know I wake up every morning and wish I was dead.”

“I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.”

“People don't change. There are two kinds of people in the world: winners and losers. Black and white. I don't know where gray fits in, or if you can even live in that shade.”

“That's love? To let someone beat you and be hateful to you? These people are all so... Weak. Powerless to change their lives. I know the feeling. All you can do is take it. No one understands how it beats you down.”

“What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?”