It's Not Love Or Anything, But I

Control The Things You Can Control. As For The Rest - God Bless It All.

By The Time You Read This, You'll Be Older Than You Remember.

Everybody's Still Miserable In The Same Way They've Always Been Miserable, And More And More Of My Friends - Especially My Male Friends - Find Themselves Taking Anti-anxiety, Psychotropic Drugs. It Seems Like Everybody I Know Is Wondering If They're Really Who They Are, Or Once The Prescription Runs Out, Will They Become Someone Different?

No Mat­ter How Much I Try And Hide This, Bit By Bit, I Start To Fall Apart.

You Know, The Condom Is The Glass Slipper Of Our Generation. You Slip It On When You Meet A Stranger. You Dance All Night, Then You Throw It Away.