Oh, fuck it.

- Hi. How are you?
- Not fine. I hate it. I hate when someone became my happiness.
- Who's your happiness?
- Doesn't matter. He dont gives a fuck!

Nothing heals the pain like whiskey and cocaine.

For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic. 

[ Why can't you look me in the eyes one last time? ]

Say it LOUD!
Say you CAN like me...

The only thing that's going to bother me

Is that you'll all call yourselves my friends.

  

You Should Have Killed Me When You Had The Chance.