When am feeling sad, I try to think about the things that make me happy.

A young'un dissed me that I do not know how to ride a bicycle just because he has never seen me riding one. I wish he knew that I was riding before he was even a zygote.

A few bad days do not imply that life is bad.

Scorpion locusts from Hell scare me even though they will not kill but torment simply because the first girl I ever loved like myself died from being fed a poisonous locust.

Forgiveness heals; I almost killed a classmate who kept calling me "daft, stupid, fake and boring".

Happy-iness is imaginary; you have to create it in your mind!

When life pushes you downhill, keep skiing like a World Cup ski racer! Thomas Dressen taught me that.

Depression has no cure, just remedies.

I told her she is the Sweetest Woman on Earth, but she turned bittersweet when she rejected my love.

Love is like rain! You need a storage tank to harvest it; the bigger, the better.