I'm scared, okay? I'm really scared all the time.
I realize I'm not different. I want what everyone wants. I want what they all want. I want all the things. I just want to be happy.
I don't want to freak you out, but I think I may be the voice of my generation.
I can deal with your judgment, because I've always marched to the beat of my own drummer--ever since i cut my camp shirt into a halter top.
I can never tell if guys are attractive in a loserly way or if they're just losers.
It's like, 'Sorry I passed you an STD but I really enjoy your quirky web presence.'