I like most any place if I have Internet access.

I listen to music almost any time I'm not sleeping, 'hanging out' with specific people, or showering.

I like part-time jobs in restaurants.

I don't think I understand the concept of regret. Because if I regret anything, that would mean, like, I hate myself.

I don't have a definition for depression. I'm productive, and that's not a sign of depression, right? And I don't have weeks where I don't leave my bed. It seems like depressed people have those.

If I don't like someone and I start reading their stuff, it seems like my brain will just automatically start criticizing everything that's there. It's really hard to read a book without having all this outside information telling you what to think about it.