The Last Woman I Was In Was

I Took A Test In Existentialism. I Left All The Answers Blank And Got 100.

There's No Rhyme Or Reason To Anything That I Do. It's Whatever Seems Right At The Time.

Life Is Like A Concentration Camp... You Can't Leave Without Dying.

Cynicism Is Reality With An Alternate Spelling.

I've Gained No Wisdom, No Insight, No Mellowing. I Would Make All The Same Mistakes Again, Today.