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

And falling's just another way to fly.

I'm a big stupid history nerd.

And, what's more, this 'precious' body, the very same that is hooted and honked at, demeaned both in daily life as well as in ever existing form of media, harrassed, molested, raped, and, if all that wasn't enough, is forever poked and prodded and weighed and constantly wrong for eating too much, eating too little, a million details which all point to the solitary girl, to EVERY solitary girl, and say: Destroy yourself.

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

You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.