If I disappear, will you come looking for me? Or will you smile, watching me die in your dreams?

I have a question that I don't want to ask. Okay, I'll give you hints. The first word is "do" and the last word is "me".

In order for myself to get food, I was forced to walk all the way down the hallway... I think I lost a pound or two!

Me, fail english? Why, that's unpossible!

Time doesn't heal all wounds; friends do. So who do I go to if I don't trust myself?

My life is like a fart. Sometimes it's funny and sometimes it stinks.

My life is like a vaccuum. It sucks.

Tomorrow just never seems to come...

Someday, my ship will come and take me away from everything I have ever dreamed of losing.

You wouldn't care of what others thought of you if you really knew how little they did.