They Used To Be Buddies, I Thought,

It Was Too Vast A Problem To Be Just A Personal Thing. There Should Be Some Help, Someone Should Tell Them Before It Was Too Late. Someone Should Tell Their Side Of The Story, And Maybe People Would Understand Then, And Wouldn’t Be So Quick To Judge A Boy By The Amount Of Hair Oil He Wore.

I Learned That If You Want To Get Somewhere, You Just Make Up Your Mind And Work Like Hell Til You Get There.

It's Okay. We Aren't In The Same Class. Just Don't Forget That Some Of Us Watch The Sunset Too.

I Was A Tomboy And Most Of My Close Friends Were Male.

California Is Like A Beautiful Wild Kid On Heroin, High As A Kite And Thinking She's On Top Of The World, Not Knowing She's Dying, Not Believing It Even If You Show Her The Marks.