High School is like a spork: it's a crappy spoon and a crappy fork, so in the end it's just plain useless.

This is not to say, there never comes a day I'll take my chances and start again. And when I look behind on all my younger times, I'll have to thank the wrongs that led me to a love so strong.

God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me, but I can't break through at all.

How come everything I need always comes with batteries?

I have male fans, but I'm persuading them to become female!

Sometimes I get so bold and I'm so confident about what I'm doing that I actually try to be more of a dork because it's a really liberating feeling to experience what it's like to not care.

Numb is the new deep, done with the old me, and talk is the same cheap it's been.