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

I needed to hear the world but didn't want the world to know I was listening.

I wish America would stop judging and criticizing teens and instead, try to understand the battles they have to fight every day.

Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.

I reach for funny books all the time to help me get through life.

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.

Oppressive bastards, think they own the place. I told them that karma's going to kick their asses.