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

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

If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!

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

He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.

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

I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.