He Cried When I Left, Which I

Simply Put, If You Are A Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll Find You.

If That Happens Again Someone's Gonna Get Shot.... With An Arrow Of Love!

You're So Easy To Read But The Book Is Boring Me.

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.

He Cried When I Left, Which I Find To Be Standard Male Behavior.