Tommy Bond Quotes

I voluntarily inflicted a certain level of insanity on myself.

I've always had mental problems, so to speak.

I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.

The real Rose Hovick was seriously mentally disturbed; June Havoc called her a beautiful little ornament that was damaged.

[The] majority of the girls working there had major emotional problems. And not cries-too-much emotional problems; more like stabs-her-boyfriend-with-a-steak-knife-then-falls-into-a-corner-and-starts-whispering-to-herself emotional problems.

Self-harm - the world will come at you with knives anyway. You do not need to beat them to it.

Depression, if it's an unconsciously elected experience, is a luxury.

Mental health is such a complex thing and so difficult to diagnose. What is a mental problem? Who does have mental problems? What's the difference between mental problems and depression and sadness?

I can't dislike you, but I will say this to you: you haven't got long before you are all going to kill yourselves, because you are all crazy. And you can project it back at me, but I am only what lives inside each and every one of you.

Even when I'm in a really great, steady and stable place... I'm clinically bipolar, so that always exists - a darkness always exists.

I knew from a very young age that there was something very wrong with me.

Being angry is like picking up a knife with no handle: it is self-harming.

I've been insane from a very early age.

Depression - it falls into that small category of things like combat that, if you haven't been in it, you can say you can imagine it all you like. But it's truly different.

I have a tremendous battle with melancholy and depression.

I'm very emotional; I think I may go mad in several years' time.

I wanted to get punished, and I took unnecessary punishment when I was fighting.

I'm incredibly self-destructive.

I probably suffered with depression.

I grew up with lots of anger, frustration, and violence in my heart.

To be lonely is to feel unwanted and unloved, and therefor unloveable. Loneliness is a taste of death. No wonder some people who are desperately lonely lose themselves in mental illness or violence to forget the inner pain.

There are always suicides among people who are unable to say what they mean.

Raving mad is quite easy. You just chew up the scenery or something. It's quiet mad that's hard.

They'll just cut our wrists like Cheap coupons and say that death Was on sale today.

It seemed to me the way it must feel to people who cut themselves on purpose. Not pretty, but clean. Not good, but void of regret. I was trying to heal. Trying to get the bad out of my system so I could be good again. To cure me of myself.