If You're Going To Die, Then Die.

My Reasons To Live Were My Reasons To Die But At Least They Were Mine Now I've Freedom Unbound Cut The Laces Of Life

I Am My Heart's Undertaker. Daily I Go And Retrieve Its Tattered Remains, Place Them Delicately Into Its Little Coffin, And Bury It In The Depths Of My Memory, Only To Have To Do It All Again Tomorrow.

He Cried When I Left, Which I Find To Be Standard Male Behavior.

Studies Show That Intelligent Girls Are More Depressed Because They Know The World.

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.