Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty four hours.

Sometimes I think that I was forced to withdraw into depression because it was the only rightful protest I could throw in the face of a world that said it was alright for people to come and go as they please, that there were simply no real obligations left.

I am sick of the girl who cries 'wolf' all the time. Even though not one of those cries was ever a false alarm

Insanity is knowing that what you're doing is completely idiotic, but still, somehow, you just can't stop it.

The voices in my head, which I used to think were just passing through, seem to have taken up residence.

I don't think it matters how many parents you've got, as long as those who are around make their presence a good one.

All I do is go to the movies.