Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know.

And, what's more, this 'precious' body, the very same that is hooted and honked at, demeaned both in daily life as well as in ever existing form of media, harrassed, molested, raped, and, if all that wasn't enough, is forever poked and prodded and weighed and constantly wrong for eating too much, eating too little, a million details which all point to the solitary girl, to EVERY solitary girl, and say: Destroy yourself.

I'm bipolar, but I'm not crazy, and I never was. I'm stark raving sane.

And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.

There is no suggestion box in the Psych Ward.

I could have guessed it all along, cuz now some drama queen is gonna write a song for me

Then I break a glass and I slit my very innermost thigh so that I can pretend that I'm menstru--- well, unavailable.