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

No matter the truth, people see what they want to see.

I remember, in my senior year, one of my teachers taking me aside and saying: 'You look really tired.' This was when I was being a bad kid and she knew that something was wrong.

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.

I know hate is a strong word and everything, but its okay: we're teenagers.

I guess I was popular in high school.

Destiny is for losers. It's just a lame excuse for letting things happen to you instead of making them happen.