Raise Your Glass If You Are Wrong

My Life Was Once Whiskey, Tears And Cigarettes... Now It's Snot, Tears And A Color Of Poop. Bliss. I Do Miss The Whiskey, Though.

I Believe There's 31 Flavors To Be Tasted. . . I'm Just Living My Life. I Don't Want To Be Your Kind Of Good.

I'm Not Barbie, And Im Alright With That.

My Definition Of Stupid Is Wasting Your Opportunity To Be Yourself Because I Think Everybody Has A Uniqueness And Everybody's Good At Something.

Cutting, And Suicide, Two Very Different Symptoms Of The Same Problem, Are Gaining On Us. I Personally Don't Know A Single Person Who Doesn't Know At Least Two Of These Victims Personally.