One Thing, I Try To Be Honest.

There I Went Again, Building Up A Glamorous Picture Of A Man Who Would Love Me Passionately The Minute He Met Me, And All Out Of A Few Prosy Nothings.

I Couldn’t See The Point Of Getting Up. I Had Nothing To Look Forward To.

I Guess They Call It Suicide, But I'm To Full To Swallow My Pride I Can't Stand Losing You The Police Dying Is An Art, Like Everything Else. I Do It Exceptionally Well.

To Annihilate The World By Annihilation Of Oneself Is The Deluded Height Of Desperate Egoism.

I Felt The First Man I Slept With Must Be Intelligent, So I Could Respect Him.