Maybe, The Hope Said. Maybe.

Things Change After You Die, Though, I Guess Because Dying Is The Loneliest Thing You Can Do.

Maybe This Is The Secret To Talking To Boys--maybe You Just Have To Be Angry All The Time.

Rainstorms Are Incredible: Falling Shards Of Glass, The Air Full Of Diamonds.

Willing Me To Understand: That People Should Be Sacrificed To Causes, That Beauty Can Be Built On The Backs Of The Dead.

Anything, Anything Is Possible, If You Can Just See The Sky.