She's talking about herself in the third person because the idea of being who she is, of acknowledging that she is herself, is more than her pride can take.

No boy is worth crying over, and the one who is won't make you cry.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass.

Once you have perceived that life is very cruel, the only response is to live with as much humanity, humour and freedom as you can.

I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.

I'm here, got no choice. But you, you should be telling people.

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.