Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting to sting something.

I watch some kids ask the cafeteria ladies to sign their books. What do they write: "Hope your chicken patties never bleed?" Or, maybe, "May your Jell-O always wiggle?

The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry.

Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.

It's a shame we can't just admit that we failed family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives.

He doesn't see my breasts or my waist or my hips. He only sees the nightmare.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.