I was wasting my life, always thinking about myself.

Nobody can possibly be so hungry that they need to take a life in order to feel satisfied – they don’t after all, take a human life, so why take the life of an animal?...

I see the world, it makes me puke,But then I look at you and know,that somewhere there’s a someone who can soothe me.

I am hated for loving.I am haunted for wanting.

Why don’t you find out for yourself?Then you’ll see the glass, hidden in the grass.

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I’m miserable now.

Burn down the discoHang the blessed D.J.Because the music that they constantly playIt says nothing to me about my life

I understand feminism to be a social savior because it liberates everyone without exclusion, whereas masculinism damns itself by measuring a man’s health by the amount of sexual gratification he receives.

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out – Thank you, drop dead!

Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.

The more you ignore me, the closer I get; you’re wasting your time.

Some girls are bigger than others.

It begins in the heart…and it hurts when it’s true.It only hurts because it’s true.

Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform…and so you think you can be rude to me.

I need grit and struggle and Los Angeles is terribly nice, but people, once they get there, cease to be real. Constant and repetitive fulfillment is not good for the human spirit. We all need...

I’m tired again, I’ve tried again, and now my heart is full.And I just can’t explain…so I won’t even try to.

Satan rejected my soul; as low as he goes,he never quite goes this low.

Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.

I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s...

Don’t leave it all unsaid,somewhere in the wasteland of your head.

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

It’s so easy to laughIt’s so easy to hateIt takes guts to be gentle and kind

And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?

When you sleepI will creepInto your thoughtsLike a bad debtThat you can’t payTake the easy wayand give in!

Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.

This position I’ve held … it pays may way and it corrodes my soul.