The End Of The F***ing World

To be mad in a deranged world is not madness. It's sanity.

Sometimes, everything is suddenly really simple. It's like everything shifts in a moment. And you step out of your body, out of your life. You step out and you see where are you really clearly. You see yourself. And you think... Fuck. This. Shit.

People can't be answers. They're just more questions.

I sometimes wonder if I should just become an alcoholic. It means you've always got something to do.

The problem with a person having a lack of love is that they don't know what it looks like. So it's easy for them to get tricked. To see things that aren't there. But then I guess we all lie to ourselves all the time.

I used to feel like I maybe wasn't real. Like I was made up of nothing. But when you fall in love, the nothing feeling is eaten by a something feeling, which is eaten by an everything feeling. You swallowed me and set me free.

Thank you.

Your little salmon.