Here’s what I think. One, people should figure out that if they go around bothering bears, chances are they’re going to end up bear snacks. Second, people suck.

That sounds so weird: kill yourself. It makes it sound like you tried to murder someone, only that someone is you. But killing someone is wrong, and I don't think suicide is. It's my life, right? I should be able to end it if I want to. I don't think it's a sin.

Once you realise there's nothing to be afraid of when you die, there's nothing else to worry about.

That sounds weird: kill yourself. It makes it sound like you tried to murder someone, only that someone is you.

So now I'm thinking about it. I'm imagining sitting down with my parents and actually saying, I'm gay. And you know what? It makes me a little mad. I mean, straight guys don't have to sit their parents down and tell them they like girls.

That's what people do. Kill the things they're afraid of.

I knew people were talking, but I wasn't listening. I wasn't interested in anything anyone had to say.

And it’s not like I’ve never jacked off. I’m fifteen years old. Of course I do it. Any guy who says he doesn’t is lying. That would be like having the coolest video game ever and never playing it. No one’s that stupid.

Let me tell something, seeing your name and psychiatric ward on the same piece of paper isn't the best way to start your day.

I know all about dreams that make you want to scream.

No one in France cares if you tried to kill yourself. In fact, I think they like you better because you're all tragic.

If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else.

I believe that God—if he exists at all—is what we want him to be. The true God is unknowable, and so we dress him up in costumes that make him visible to us. Then we come up with a lot of very silly rules that we attribute to him and tell everyone if they don't follow those rules, they can't be part of the gang.

Why is it that you have to warn people about who you are?

When people hurt us, the best thing to do isn’t to ask why they did it but to remind ourselves that it wasn’t our fault.

It will go away... The stuff in your head. Little by little.