How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?

I never went to concerts when I was a kid, so I never knew if what I was doing onstage was right.

Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel it's necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.

You know, I've always thought that it would be really funny if somebody made a romantic comedy where absolutely everything went well from beginning to end.

I've gone through stages where I hate my body so much that I won't even wear shorts and a bra in my house because if I pass a mirror, that's the end of my day.

My derring-do allows me to dance the rigadoon around you but by the time I'm close to you I lose my desideratum.

Dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts.