She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.

Sometimes being an adult means doing the right thing, even if it's not what you want.

Who wants to recover? It took me years to get that tiny. I wasn't sick; I was strong.

To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.

I have ten bucks in my pocket - what to spend it on? French fries - ten dollars' worth of french fries, ultimate fantasy.

What do I want? The answer to that question does not exist.

Think about love, or hate, or joy, or pain- whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat, or your toes curl. Focus on that feeling. When people don't express themselves, they die on piece at a time.