All sins are attempts to fill voids.
Don't do drugs to be cool, do 'em because you hate yourself.
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.
Limit your inputs to only those that support a certain kind of self-destructive behavior, and you can be cheered with enthusiasm as you drive yourself off a cliff.
There's nothing cool about being self-destructive.
I'm incredibly self-destructive.
When I couldn't get ahold of cigarettes, I'd roll coffee grounds into typing paper and smoke that and then vomit.
I get angry at myself for staying in relationships way too long.
Oh, loneliness and cheeseburgers are a dangerous mix.
I'm sure that my father becoming seriously ill when I was 14 had a lot to do with my going from chubby to fat.
You can be addicted to misery the same way as you can be addicted to drugs.
I guess a psychiatrist would say there's some good to the venting process, but it does also promote an attitude of saying, 'Hey there's nothing wrong with being filled with hate; there's so much of it around.' I don't like that.
The reality is [in] any emotional situation, a compulsive eater eats or an alcoholic drinks. What people misunderstand is that when you're a compulsive overeater, you don't just eat when things are bad. You eat when you feel anything.
I learned denial from my mother. I just never confronted things and if anybody did, I just would go crazy.
It's about avoiding reality through various escape routes that become addictions and lead to Hell. My character is addicted to television, chocolate, coffee, to her dream of her son, which has no basis in reality.
I drink to feel / I smoke to breathe / Just look what love / Has done to me
I got so used to being unstable that I started to only be comfortable being unstable.
I enjoy my anger, it’s the only hobby I have.
When you try to avoid the pain, it creates greater pain.
'Comfy,' that's one of the worst words! I just picture a woman feeling bad, with a big bottle of alcohol, really puffy.
If right now our emotional reaction to seeing a certain person or hearing certain news is to fly into a rage or to get despondent or something equally extreme, it's because we have been cultivating that particular habit for a very long time.
I have a tendency to dip my foot in self-destructive behavior.
Chances are you're using overeating as a way to escape yourself. It's an attempt not to feel or think about what you really need to feel and face.
Usually when we do something to corrupt our lives, it's usually something to fulfill an ache that we have.
I think people, whether they realize they're doing it or not, seek out distractions to take their minds off what they know is bad behavior.
