Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.

I wish I could tell my parents, " If you want to help me, help me die.

She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

What can happen in a few minutes changes you forever.

I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.

Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.