Just The Kind Of Girl I Liked—the

I Was Like A Clock That Had Exploded- My Springs Were Hanging Out, My Hands Were Cockeyed, And My Numbers Were Falling Off.

The Fact That I Was A Junkie For A Long Time Is Only One Slice Of My Own Personal Pie, Which Is Made Up Of A Lot Of Different Slices.

We've Just Learned How To Balance Ourselves A Little Better So That We're Happier Way More Of The Time Than Not, And, You Know, Being Happy Is A Radical And Desirable Act If You Ask Me.

I Think I'm Still Figuring Out How To Be A Little Less Selfish.

Sometimes, Out Of Really Horrible Things Come Really Beautiful Things.