Did You Read Last Nights Assignments?" Say

She Cannot Chain My Soul. Yes, She Could Hurt Me. She'd Already Done So...i Would Bleed, Or Not. Scar, Or Not. Live, Or Not. But She Could Not Hurt My Soul, Not Unless I Gave It To Her.

I Am Beginning To Measure Myself In Strength, Not Pounds. Sometimes In Smiles.

I Make It Through The First Two Weeks Of School Without A Nuclear Meltdown.

I Breathe In Slowly. Food Is Life. I Exhale, Take Another Breath. Food Is Life.

I Would Never Be Popular. I Didn't Want To Be; I Liked Being Shy. I'd Never Be The Smartest Or The Hottest Or The Happiest. By Eighth Grade You Start To Figure Out Your Limits.