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

I want to be stereotyped as an individual.

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

Be optimistic - after all, the bullet MIGHT miss.

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

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

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

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

I hate it when people get quotes wrong..or WORSE - spell quotes wrong.

How can someone appear happy and maintain a cover up, when really it's all crumbling underneath?