How can you even think of killing yourself? (…) What if there’s no God, and you only go around once and that’s it. Well, you know, don’t you want to be part of the experience? You know, what the hell, it’s not all a drag. And I’m thinkin’ to myself, geez, I should stop ruining my life. Searching for answers I’m never gonna get, and just enjoy it while it lasts. And, you know, after, who knows? I mean, you know, maybe there is something. Nobody really knows. I know maybe is a very slim reed to hang your whole life on, but that’s the best we have.

Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.

I hate my friends