The Silver Linings Playbook

she is an avid environmentalist

I figure weaker people probably complain about their drugs, but I am not weak and can control my mind pretty well.

I think it’s strange to live in a house with someone you cannot talk to—especially when that someone is your father—and the thought makes me a little sad.

Tommy was a good man. He did not deserve to die, and his death absolutely proves that life is random and fucked-up and arbitrary, until you find someone who can make sense of it all for you—if only temporarily

Jake, Scott, and the fat men assimilate into the Asian Invasion tailgate party very nicely—we have Indians in our tent, they have white guys on their Kubb fields—and I think all it really takes for different people to get along is a common rooting interest and a few beers.

“I’m going to up your meds,” Dr. Patel tells me. “You might feel a little sluggish, but it should help to curb your violent outbursts. You need to know it’s your actions that will make you a good person, not desire. And if you have any more episodes, I might have to recommend that you go back to the neural health facility for more intensive treatments, which—

I don’t want to stay in the bad place, where no one believes in silver linings or love or happy endings

spend some quality time with her

and I know this is all he can really afford emotionally

By now, ten trees must have been cut down just to document my mental health