If I thought about it, I could be bitter, but I don't feel like being bitter. Being bitter makes you immobile, and there's too much that I still want to do.
I realized this is what God has dealt me, and I should be thankful considering all that's happened to me in my life, but MS caused the movies to stop - stop dead - and I miss it.
But thoughts don't care about truth and shit. They sit up in your mind and fuck with you whenever.
I urge you to ask yourself just how honorable it is to preside over the abuse and suffering of animals.
I know that if I wasn't scared, something's wrong, because the thrill is what's scary.
There's a thin line between to laugh with and to laugh at.
