I hope my death makes more cents than my life.
I used to think that my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy.
You wouldn’t get it.
My mother always tells me to smile and put on a happy face. She told me I had a purpose: to bring laughter and joy to the world.
The worst part of having a mental illness is people expect you to behave as if you don’t.
Is it just me, or is it getting crazier out there?