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Yes, There Was Something Special About Me, And I Knew What It Was. I Was The Kind Of Girl They Found Dead In A Hall Bedroom With An Empty Bottle Of Sleeping Pills In Her Hand.

When I Was 11, The Whole World Was Closed To Me. I Just Felt I Was On The Outside Of The World.

I Have Always Felt Comfortable In Blue Jeans. I Have Found It Interesting, However, That People Also Whistle At Blue Jeans. I Have To Admit That I Like Mine To Fit. There's Nothing I Hate Worse Than Baggy Blue Jeans.

I'm A Failure As A Woman. My Men Expect So Much Of Me, Because Of The Image They've Made Of Me- And That I've Made Of Myself- As A Sex Symbol. They Expect Bells To Ring And Whistles To Whistle, But My Anatomy Is The Same As Any Other Woman's And I Can't Live Up To It.

I Believe That Everything Happens For A Reason. People Change So That You Can Learn To Let Go, Things Go Wrong So That You Appreciate Them When They're Right, You Believe Lies So You Eventually Learn To Trust No One But Yourself, And Sometimes Good Things Fall Apart So Better Things Can Fall Together.