I Believe There's 31 Flavors To Be

I'm Pretty Confident And, At The Same Time, I'm Pretty Insecure. I'm Like A Walking Conflict.

I'm Never The Kind Of Person Who's Sitting At Home Reading The Charts And Basing How I Feel About Myself Or Even My Career On Stats. I've Always Based It On, 'am I Doing The Best That I Can Do?'

My Life Was Once Whiskey, Tears And Cigarettes... Now It's Snot, Tears And A Color Of Poop. Bliss. I Do Miss The Whiskey, Though.

When I Was In Seventh Grade My Mom Caught Me Smoking Cigarettes And Punished Me By Making Me Smoke The Entire Carton. All It Did Was Piss Me Off Because I Was Out Of Cigarettes.

Cutting, And Suicide, Two Very Different Symptoms Of The Same Problem, Are Gaining On Us. I Personally Don't Know A Single Person Who Doesn't Know At Least Two Of These Victims Personally.