I Feel Like I Came Out Of

When You Become Very Ill - Raise Your Head. You Will Definitely See The Sunlight.

I Don't Even Have Voice Mail Or Answering Machines Anymore. I Hate The Phone, And I Don't Want To Call Anybody Back. If I Go To Hell, It Will Be A Small Closet With A Telephone In It, And I Will Be Doomed And Destined For Eternity To Return Phone Calls.

Apparently Vodka Helps Flowers Last Longer When They're Dying. But You Can Put Vodka In Anything And It'll Make It Better.

Everything I Do, I Do Infinite Percent.

I Can't Get Caught Up In Darkness. I Just Don't. I Always Want To Gravitate Towards Light. I Love Picking Yourself Up Or Surviving Or Being Grateful For The Good Stuff And Not Getting Lost In The Tough Stuff. The Discipline Is So Natural For Me.