I Think Dying Is The Ultimate High...

I Had To Sit With My Senses. This Clear, Beautiful Intuition Took Over. I Knew Exactly How I Felt, And I Wasn't Confused Or Clouded Or Compromised. I Realized That None Of My Feelings Had Diminished, But I Might Have To Lose Someone I Truly Loved. I Didn't Want To Run Away From Claire, But I Knew Drug Addiction Was Strong Enough That I Had To Be Willing, If Need Be, To Let Go Of The Person I'd Just Fallen In Love With.

A Certain Amount Of Volatility And Drama Can Me Healthy And Keep Things Fun And Interesting If You're Willing At Any Moment During A Fight To Say, 'this Means Nothing. I Love You, Let's Forget About It.

You Know What's The Worst? Being A 16 Year Old Girl Who Loves A Famous Singer, Not Solely For His Looks, But Because You Truly Believe He Is Talented And Devoted And You Agree Deeply With His Message. Because No Matter How Intelligently And Fully You Can Express That, People Will Assume You're Just A Silly Teenager Who Thinks A Famous Guy Is Cute.

When I Was Younger, I Used To Hate Germany. I Hated The Country, The People, The Language, The Culture, Everything! But Over The Years I've Grown To Really Appreciate The German People.

Nothing Was Working, And My Friend Was Dead, And I Didn't Want To Look At That.