Princess Di is my sister, she just won't admit it.
These are my wakeup cupcakes, some anti-depressants and a cellphone book.
I don't need plastic in my body to validate me as a woman.
I had found The Runaways and I had seen Foxes, and I decided I was just gonna become a juvie, like Cherie Currie.
I never expected I would be connected to the Alpha male as some kind of ancillary object and to this day it mystifies me.
For people considering suicide, it is bullshit. Endure the moment.