This Moment Will Just Be Another Story

I Know That I Brought This All On Myself. I Know That I Deserve This. I'd Do Anything Not To Be This Way. I'd Do Anything To Make It Up To Everyone. And To Not Have To See A Psychiatrist, Who Explains To Me About Being "passive Aggressive.

I Hate You." I Love You." You're A Freak, You Know That? Everyone Says So. They Always Have." I'm Trying Not To Be.

After A Few Minutes, It Was Time For Me To Leave. I Don't Know Who Decides These Things. It Just Happens.

Try To Be A Filter, Not A Sponge.

I Want To Make Sure That The First Person You Kiss Loves You, Okay?