If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.

How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?

Because our lies matched. It was a sign.

I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party. Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh.

Teens in the '90s had the same basic desires as they do now.