You know nothing about pain. You know nothing about reality. All you know is what’s inside your bubble. Well, I'm the needle about to pop it. Just you wait.

I interjected saying one would generally have to be human to have human rights.

You're just another one of those disconnected, easily angered zombies who haven't really worked a day in their lives. Always eager to tell other people how to live and what to say. Posting pictures of their food every single day because that's a fucking achievement for them. Preparing a meal. You know, that thing you're supposed to do so you don't starve to death?

Numbers are underrated. People are overrated.

I’m at peak physical condition now. People sometimes assume I was in the army. I think I’m too insubordinate for that line of work. There’s enough to do around here. I read somewhere that you could still fit the entire world’s population into Texas. Imagine that.

Some people just don’t know when the conversation’s over.

I've never ever missed anyone in my life. I genuinely do not understand the emotion. People have told me they missed me a thousand times. People have asked me if I miss them probably a hundred. I don't get it.