I definitely prefer being a lover than a fighter.
Honesty is such a lonely word. Everyone is so untrue.
I always hated my hair, so now it's going away.
I can't remember faces, don't remember names, but after awhile and a thousand miles it all becomes the same.
Even though I'm in love, sometimes I get so afraid.
Call you up in the middle of the night. It's awful hard trying to make love long distance, but I really need stimulation.