You're not him and she's not me,
And we don't live that damn movie.

The people you love so dearly are the same people you could just as easily hate so deeply.

You may be prettier and more popular than me, but at least I can fill my bra. ;)

Should I choose to accept a fate where I would willingly become my own hate?

Be optimistic - after all, the bullet MIGHT miss.

Why do their well chosen words hurt me more than the cuts and bruises I inflict upon myself?

I want to be stereotyped as an individual.

I am cool...just my own definition of it.

Don't set yourself limits - they're so limited.

When you're willing to accept my flaws, I'll be willing to accept yours.