There's No Room For Demons When You're

Sometimes I Feel Like I've Got My Nose Pressed Up Against The Window Of A Bakery, Only I'm The Bread.

My Mother Is An Immensely Powerful Woman.

Waiting, Done At Really High Speeds, Will Frequently Look Like Something Else.

What Worries Me Is, What If This Guy Is Really The One For Me And I Just Haven't Had Enough Therapy Yet For Me To Be Comfortable With Having Found Him.

I Don't Want To Be A Victim.