I Think She's Having Hysterics. Maybe You

I Thought You Were Supposed To Be Pretending I Don’t Exist, Not Irritating Me To Death.

Why Am I Covered In Feathers

It's Not What You Are. It's What You Do.

Because When I Thought Of Him, Of His Voice, His Hypnotic Eyes, The Magnetic Force Of His Personality, I Wanted Nothing More Than To Be With Him Right Now.

If We Had Happy Endings, We’d All Be Under Gravestones Now.