History Written In Pencil Is Easily Erased,

If You're Going To Die, Then Die. If You Are Going To Live, Then Fight.

I Cut Myself Because You Wouldn't Let Me Cry. I Cried Because You Wouldn't Let Me Speak. I Spoke Because You Wouldn't Let Me Shine. I Shone Because I Thought You Loved Me.

Simply Put, If You Are A Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll Find You.

I Love To Write And To Get To Know The People Who Are Listening.

I Smile To Myself Knowing That They May Be Dead.