So, now I've been to see a drug counselor who told me I need to lay off the drugs and talk about my feelings, and a shrink who heard what I had to say and immediately put me on drugs.

Maybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one's is watching them so they can be who they really are

Did God ever cry over his lost angel, I wonder?

Dammit!" "What?" Gonzo sounds panicked. "We're out of gas." "You're Shithenging me." "I Shithenge you not.

The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.

I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.

I am no longer content to be the scared, obedient schoolgirl. Who are you, a stranger, to tell me what I can and cannot do?