I Want Kids. I Want A Soccer

When I Wake Up In The Morning, I Feel Just Like Any Other Insecure 24-year-old Girl.

Tonight Love And Hate Met In St. Louis. And Love Outnumbered The Hate, In Poetic Thousands. Hate Left. But Love Stayed. + Together, We Sang.

Everybody Always Laughs Because I Feel So Much More Comfortable With, Like, A Giant Paper Bag On My Whole Body And Paint On My Face. Sometimes I Try Really Hard To Take It All Off. But Inevitably What's Underneath Is Still Not A Straight Edge. And I Don't Think It Ever Will Be.

Prejudice Is A Disease. So Is Fashion. But I Will Not Wear Prejudice.

When People Say 'marriage' To Me... It's Always A Means To An End. Everyone's So In A Rush To Define The Relationship.