Sometimes It Takes A Tragedy To Bring

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.

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 Love The Shows That Are In Dingy Little Dark Clubs, Smoky, No Production Whatsoever.

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.

My Mom Has Always Wished Me A Daughter Just Like Me.