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Augusten Xon Burroughs (born Christopher Richter Robison, October 23, 1965) is an American writer known for his New York Times bestselling memoir Running with Scissors (2002).

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Maybe you feel pressure to be positive because so many people rely on your good, fake-positive energy? If that's the case, screw everybody else. You're not a bottle of Valium.

Fake, Maybe, People, Positive Energy, Screw

Even painfully shy and awkward people are not painfully shy or awkward when they are alone. The way to access this natural, comfortable alone-self when you are with others is by choosing to forbid yourself to wonder what "they" are thinking. Instead, force yourself to exist in the instant, then take it- and give it- as it comes.

Access, Forbid, People, Self, Thinking, Wonder

If you believe suicide will bring you peace, or at the very least just an end to everything you hate- you are displaying self-caring behavior. You are still able to actively seek solutions to your problems. You are willing to go to great lengths to provide what you believe will be soothing to yourself. This strikes me as optimistic.

Believe, Everything, Hate, Peace, Suicide

I once read about a guy who lost his arms in a fire. The nurse took pity on him and gave him a hand job. I don't even get that.

Fire, Hand, Hands, Job, Jobs

I missed him so much that I had physical sensations of loss, all over my body. Like one minute I was missing an arm, the next my spleen. It was making me feel sick, like throwing up.

Loss, Minute, Missing, Physical, Sensations, Sick

This is how you survive the unsurvivable, this is how you lose that which you cannot bear to lose, this is how you reinvent yourself, overcome your abusers, fulfill your ambitions and meet the love of your life: by following what is true, no matter where it leads you.

Abusers, Ambition, Fulfill, Matter, Overcome, Overcoming

Marriage is overdone. As long as there are people, people are going to find it interesting.

Interesting, Long, Marriage, Overdone, People

I don't worry about anything in the Internet age. I have been online since I was aware of it: 1985 in San Francisco. It has changed everything in my life. I would not want to even be alive in an era that did not have it because it is essential to our evolution as a species.

Age, Era, Internet, San Francisco, Worry

Self-pity is the bestiality of emotions: it absolutely disgusts people. When you're feeling pity for yourself, and somebody says to you 'You think maybe it's time for the pity party to be over? You should stop feeling sorry for yourself and try to think positive,' it makes you wish you could saw their head off.

Head, Party, People, Sorry, Think, Thinking

You have an incredible body. " He reaches out to touch my stomach. I feel no pleasure in his compliment or his touch, only impatience. This is the only feeling. I feel like the paper on which my mood chart is printed.

Body, Chart, Feelings, Incredible, Paper, Stomach

In some ways, blogging is like drinking - it gives a person permission to be a total asshole.

Drinking, Giving, Like, Permission, Person, Way

Like cubic zirconia, I only look real. I'm an imposter. The fact is, I am not like other people.

Cubic, Like, Looks, People, Real

Writing has enriched my life in ways I never imaged.

Enriched, Imaged, Way, Ways, Writing

My attraction had been immediate and profound. And it had nothing to do with the way he looked. My attraction was to what resided between his lines.

Attraction, Lines, Profound, Resided, Way

Any damage that's been done, you have to fix yourself because it needs fixing and there is nobody else to do the work. Blame may well be justified, but it's not going to move you forward in your life.

Done, Fixing, Forward, Life, Moving, Needs

In the same way that a tornado rips the roof off a double-wide trailer, leaving the occupants dazed and staring at the clouds from the splinters of what used to be their living room, it was over.

Clouds, Leaving, Rip, Rips, Splinters, Tornado

If I were a serial killer, I would not be the kind that stabs and then eats the victim. I would be the kind that hides in a tree and shoots at the aerobics class.

Class, Kind, Serial Killer, Stabs, Tree

My brother was born without taste or the desire to be professionally lit.

Brother, Desire, Professionally, Taste

So that's what I'm here to become. And suddenly, this word fills me with a brand of sadness I haven't felt since childhood. The kind of sadness you feel at the end of summer. When the fireflies are gone, the ponds have dried up and the plants are wilted, weary from being so green.

Dried, Felt, Firefly, Sadness, Summer, Word

(The new boyfriend) knows I write every day for hours but has no idea that all I’m writing about is me. It seems wiser to let him think I’m an aspiring novelist instead of just an alcoholic with a year of sobriety who spends eight hours a day writing about the other 16.

Boyfriend, Eight, Idea, Think, Thinking, Writing

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