I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me.

I want to be in fifth grade again. Now, that is a deep dark secret, almost as big as the other one. Fifth grade was easy -- old enough to play outside without Mom, too young to go off the block. The perfect leash length.

There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.

I like cheeseburgers too much to be a model.

I am super proud of being an American, but we fail our veterans every day.

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.

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.