Life Is Like A Typographical Error: We're

I Like To Dissect Girls. Did You Know I'm Utterly Insane?

There’s No Use In Denying It: This Has Been A Bad Week. I’ve Started Drinking My Own Urine.

Life Is Like A Typographical Error: We're Constantly Writing And Rewriting Things Over Each Other.

I Feel Like I'm Not Smart Enough To Answer The Questions I'm Asked.

I Had All The Characteristics Of A Human Being—flesh, Blood, Skin, Hair—but My Depersonalization Was So Intense, Had Gone So Deep, That My Normal Ability To Feel Compassion Had Been Eradicated, The Victim Of A Slow, Purposeful Erasure. I Was Simply Imitating Reality, A Rough Resemblance Of A Human Being, With Only A Dim Corner Of My Mind Functioning