It can be really powerful to write something when youre sad.

Ugly live up on the inside. Ugly be a hurtful, mean person.

You're gon' have to say to your self, am I gon' believe what them fools say about me today?

And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.

She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.

They say it's like true love, good help. You only get one in a lifetime.

Stuart stands and says, 'Come here,' and he's on my side of the room in one stride and he claps my hands to his hips and kisses my mouth like I am the drink he's been dying for all day and I've heard girls say it's like melting, that feeling. But I think it's like rising, growing even taller and seeing sights over a hedge, colors you've never seen before.