This Was Freedom. Losing All Hope Was

We're So Structured And Micromanaged, This Isn't A World Anymore, It's A Damn Cruise Ship.

Anything Pretty,' Claire Will Tell You, 'it's Only For Sale Because No One Wants It.

Everything Is A Self-portrait. A Diary. Your Whole Drug History’s In A Strand Of Your Hair. Your Fingernails. The Forensic Details. The Lining Of Your Stomach Is A Document. The Calluses On Your Hand Tell All Your Secrets. Your Teeth Give You Away. Your Accent. The Wrinkles Around Your Mouth And Eyes. Everything You Do Shows Your Hand.

I Was Tired And Crazy And Rushed, And Every Time I Boarded A Plane, I Wanted The Plane To Crash. I Envied People Dying Of Cancer. I Hated My Life. I Was Tired And Bored With My Job And My Furniture, And I Couldn’t See Any Way To Change Things. Only End Them.

We're All Going Overnight Express Delivery Straight To Hell.