I Bite My Fingernails. That's Probably Not

I Ask You Not To Judge Me For My Weakness. The Only Way I Can Endure Is To Be In A Place Where I Will Never See You, Never Be Haunted By The Possibility Of Seeing You With Him. I Need To Be Somewhere Where Sheer Necessity Forces You From My Thoughts Minute By Minute, Hour By Hour, I Cannot Do That Here.

I Look Up To People Who Succeed In Accomplishing Their Dreams.

What If The Genetically Superior Male Is Actually A Bit Of A Dickhead?

I Bite My Fingernails. That's Probably Not A Good Thing.

If Anyone Will Listen I Will Continue To Sing.