I wouldn't know what to do with another chance if you gave it to me.

I lie in an early bed thinking late thoughts, waiting for the black to replace my blue. I do not struggle in your web because it was my aim to get caught. But daddy long legs I feel that I'm finally growing weary of waiting to be consumed by you.

The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases sick with lack of basis are still writhing on my floor.

No matter how well prepared you are in life, you're gonna fall down a hole, and if you can fix the frayed ends of things, then you're better off.

I would really like to go back to school. I would love it now.

There aren't many poster children for cool angst. Everybody thinks it's cool if you're the bad girl.

I can bake. I made myself some nice French fries once. But otherwise I just eat out. Lots of salad bars.