Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.
They assume she was once gorgeously beautiful. Because now she looks so—bad.
Sorry, mom. Sorry, God.
It’s a fun playtime. Please, don’t kill it with big words.
Where we're standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.
Isn't a kid alive who doesn't dream about rewarding her folks, or punishing them.