I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.
Your stockings prove your virtues. Be certain they are clean and free of tears.
Studies show that intelligent girls are more depressed because they know the world.
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 smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.
What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home?