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.

I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.

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.

If you're going to die, then die. If you are going to live, then fight.

Studies show that intelligent girls are more depressed because they know the world.

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