Tyler Oakley Quotes

It's like going out to the desert and screaming and then having little kids throw their sandbox at you. I'm only 24.

Suddenly I've had enough of all this. I've had enough of being made to feel insecure and paranoid and wondering what's going on

And all you can do is just read," she said. She raised her voice an screamed, "You just read and read and read!" Then she threw herself down on the table and wept.

A reprisal of this magnitude... has never been carried out before. I paced back and forth in my room perplexed and completely depressed, feeling helpless.

I didn't really want to live, so anything that was an investment in time made me angry... but also I just felt sad. When the hopelessness is hurting you, it's the fixtures and fittings that finish you off.

There were a coupla times when I had had it. And when I'm pushed to the limit, I scream.

Women get exhausted and beat down, and you just want to cry.

But you're so helpless sometimes. It's like watching a kitten with its head trapped in a Kleenex box.

When I read passages like this, I want to look for the nearest wall to bang my head against.

Pray excuse me. I cannot take it.

I'm angry at what's happening to America and angry with myself that I can't do more. I would be miserable if I couldn't bear witness.

If you're gonna drive me crazy baby, drive me to drink.

It's normal at this point for the fear-anger syndrome to take over and make you want to hammer on that side plate with a chisel, to pound it off with a sledge if necessary. You think about it, and the more you think about it the more you're inclined to take the whole machine to a high bridge and drop it off. It's just outrageous that a tiny little slot of a screw can defeat you so totally.

Does nobody understand?

Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH! And look around ...can you blame us?!

God, I felt like hell tonight, tears of rage I cannot fight.

I have sat here at my desk, day after day, night after night, a blank sheet of paper before me, unable to lift my pen, trembling and weeping too.

I've tried and I can't. The thought of it twists me in a knot.

The part that kills me is that you already know. I already told you everything!

Despair is anger with no place to go.

I’d like to go out in the front yard and shout something. “None of this is worth it!” That’s what I’d like people to hear.

so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists

Don't ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!

Why must I be surrounded by frickin' idiots?

I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.