And I, Love, Am A Pathological Liar.

I Knew Chemistry Would Be Worse, Because I'd Seen A Big Card Of The Ninety-odd Elements Hung Up In The Chemistry Lab, And All The Perfectly Good Words Like Gold And Silver And Cobalt And Aluminum Were Shortened To Ugly Abbreviations With Different Decimal Numbers After Them.

I Do Not Know Who I Am, Where I Am Going - And I Am The One Who Has To Decide The Answers To These Hideous Questions.

I Wanted To Be Where Nobody I Knew Could Ever Come.

I Must Bridge The Gap Between Adolescent Glitter And Mature Glow.

Everything People Did Seemed So Silly, Because They Only Died In The End.