Taste of metal on my tongue. Poison the color of envy- I'm delirious, you're delicious, I'm deluded and delusional. I'm lost without you. I need you.

Open the fridge and put My heart on a plate. I'm just as you left me, and I taste even better leftover.

Even now, I change my style and clothes from one day to the next, but during high school I blended in. I think a lot of people are that way. I guess that's why I can write about an array of characters.

Not that she didn't love almost every boy she'd ever met, and not that every boy in the world didn't totally love her. It was impossible not to. But she wanted someone to love her and shower her with attention the way only a boy who was completely in love with her could. The rare sort of love. True love. The kind of love she'd never had.

You want to fly in jets, and I just want to fly" -Baby Carlyle

...forgiving is not the same as forgetting.

Face it, you have to be sort of an egomaniac to write something down and think that anyone is going to want to read it.