I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.

Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

Some adults would rather pretend that bad things dont exist than to talk about them.

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.

Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at their dead baby. It's death porn for the masses.

I smile and play pretend through the Morning Show in the kitchen.

Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil's backside.