Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home?

I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.

Nothing in my life has ever made me want to commit suicide more than people's reaction to my trying to commit suicide.

EA: Is it the smoke that smells like vanilla? Audience: Yeah. EA: Yeah, they do that to mask the chemicals that are actually killing you.

My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life