I could write a book about what I've been through.
You’re so f***ed up that you think writing a book will save you from your sad, f***ed-up life. The book is so bad, it’ll probably make your mom cry and your therapist quit.
I’m writing a book called 'Why I Hated My Life, and Still Do.'
My book is 50 pages long and it’s about my life. No one wants to read it. Not even my brother.
I wrote a book about my life. It’s called 'I Could Have Been Happy, If I Tried.'