Disappointment came to me, and booted me, and bruised and hurt me, but that's how people grow up.
I lie a lot - it's really useful.
I've only been to Ireland once, and I felt I would wake up with voices in my head, almost like music, and that if I were a songwriter, I would be very inspired.
Humans are not really very humane.
In my life why do I smile at people I'd rather kick in the eye?
How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME.