Welcome To The Island Of Misfit Toys.

I Just Don't Want You To Worry About Me, Or Think You've Met Me, Or Waste Your Time Anymore.

There Were Other Stories And Other Names. Second Base Stace, Who Had Breasts In Fourth Grade And Let Some Of The Boys Feel Them. Vincent, Who Took Acid And Tried To Flush A Sofa Down The Toilet. Sheila, Who Allegedly Masturbated With A Hot Dog And Had To Go To The Emergency Room. The List Went On And On.

More Like The Movie Where The Guy Meets A Smart Girl Who Wears A Lot Of Sweaters And Drinks Cocoa. They Talk About Books And Issues And Kiss In The Rain.

But My Dad Said It Was No Excuse. "but I Love Him!" I Had Never Seen My Sister Cry That Much. "no, You Don't." "i Hate You!" "no, You Don't." My Dad Can Be Very Calm Sometimes. "he's My Whole World." "don't Ever Say That About Anyone Again. Not Even Me." That Was My Mom.

I Would Die For You. But I Won't Live For You.