Are You A Peice Of Saran Wrap?

I Was A Terrible Athlete And A Pretty Bad Student. I Couldn't Focus. My Imagination Was Always Racing.

I Completely Remember The Horror I Felt When My Pits Started Getting Hairy. I Would Walk With My Arms Pressed Against My Sides.

Truth Is Beauty

What Was It About High School That Made People Think With Their Insecurities Instead Of Their Brains?

She Raced For Him, Propelled By The Strength Of A Thousand Regrets.