Once upon a time is now.

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

It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.

I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.

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

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

Shakespeare; the only man I'd ever love.