I was always playing the hard-bitten drunk.
'Sticky' is about reaching a point in a relationship where you both realize you guys shouldn't be dating, but you're doing it anyway just because you like to have that sense of just being able to be honest with the person and comfortable with the person. You kind of ignore all of the signs and red flags because you really want to like the person.
Being angry is like picking up a knife with no handle: it is self-harming.
When I really love someone, I can only show it by making aggressive and bad-taste remarks.
I didn't choose to get anorexia. I may have made some childhood-like choices to try to control something. 'I know what I'll do: I'll just not eat.' That was the initial point, but then it spiraled and became a disease - not a choice by any means.
Sadly, the only constant in my writing environment stems from some inexplicable need to listen to the news. CNN loops over and over in the background from the time I wake until the time I finally, blessedly, fall asleep.
When I drank, I had a very different attitude towards my playing. It was sloppier but I kind of liked it that way. It was like the alcohol was telling my mind what to do.
I try to not read about myself. I think it's easier to have it out of sight and out of mind.
Joe McCarthy was the local town drunk in a business suit.
While overeating would be seen by some as an indulgence of self, it is in fact a profound rejection of self. It is a moment of self-betrayal and self-punishment, and anything but a commitment to one's own well-being.
I still bite my nails.
Food became my coping mechanism and I've never been able to break that cycle.
It's an unhealthy habit to say that life is what you make of it, and if you want to be happy, then you can be happy. That's just rubbish, basically.
For the longest time, I still tried to hold up this act - this nice-guy, superhero, role-model persona - that wasn't really me and wasn't serving me.
I bite the skin on the side of my fingernails.
Perfectionism is not the same thing as striving to be our best. Perfectionism is not about healthy achievement and growth; it's a shield.
I'm in a rage all of the time.
I went through the process of trying to convince myself I was not ill.
For me, I'm really tired of living and dying with the game. Every game. I've tried to turn it off. I'm still trying. I can't. It sucks. Believe me, it sucks.
When I'm out with a group I hide in the corner and get legless. I just make sure my friends shield me.
I bite my nails.
Vengeance is the act of turning anger in on yourself. On the surface it may be directed at someone else, but it is a surefire recipe for arresting emotional recovery.
Blaming mother is just a negative way of clinging to her still.
When I feel stressed, I turn to food for comfort, but I don't like to diet and I'm not good at it.
I know that I've overfed myself trying to prop myself up because I'm exhausted.
