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

I do not have OCD OCD OCD.

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

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

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

Studies show: Intelligent girls are more depressed Because they know What the world is really like Don't think for a beat it makes it better When you sit her down and tell her Everything gonna be all right She knows in society she either is A devil or an angel with no in between She speaks in the third person So she can forget that she's me

Oh, and I certainly don't suffer from schizophrenia. I quite enjoy it. And so do I.