Heaven Help Me For The Way I

My Whole Life, People Have Been Saying, "why Are You So Angry?"

This World Is Bullshit. And You Shouldn't Model Your Life — Wait A Second — You Shouldn't Model Your Life About What You Think That We Think Is Cool And What We're Wearing And What We're Saying And Everything. Go With Yourself. Go With Yourself.

If There Was A Better Way To Go Then It Would Find Me I Can't Help It, The Road Just Rolls Out Behind Me Be Kind To Me, Or Treat Me Mean I'll Make The Most Of It, I'm An Extraordinary Machine

Through The Media, We've Establishes This Standard Of What Every Human Being Should Look Up To: Somebody Who Always Looks Right; Who Always Has The Right Light On Their Face; Never Has Bags Under Their Eyes; Never Says Anything Inappropriate. Somebody Who Always Somehow Turns Out Perfect. I Hate The Fact That Celebrities Are Supposedly A Higher Class Of Human Being. That's The Way I Felt Growing Up, And That's The Way I Think A Lot Of People Feel. So Now That I'm In This Position, I Want To Change Things. I Want To Be Like The Patron Saint Of Reality.

I Volunteered At Ucla's Occupational Therapy Ward, Where There Are Lots Of Kids With Autism And Emotional Problems. I Just Wanted To Prove To Myself That I Could Not Break Down And Cry At Everything, And That I Could Just Help Somebody Else. The One Thing I Really Remember Was That When We Would Take Them Out Of The Hospital For A Walk Around Campus, They Would Freak Out The Most When We Were Waiting For The Elevator. I Remember The Guy At The Elevator Said To Himself, "transitions Are The Hardest." And I Said To Myself, "transitions Are Always The Hardest."