There Is Something About Christmas That Requires

Because I Am Still A Little Girl Who Believes In Santa And The Tooth Fairy And You.

Don't Expect To Make A Difference Unless You Speak Up For Yourself.

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

I Can’t Tell Anymore When I’m Asleep And When I’m Awake, Or Which Is Worse.

I Want To Go To Sleep And Not Wake Up, But I Don't Want To Die. I Want To Eat Like A Normal Person Eats, But I Need To See My Bones Or I Will Hate Myself Even More And I Might Cut My Heart Out Or Take Every Pill That Was Ever Made.