Well, I failed Statistics, but I think its okay, because the last day of class I got a lightning bolt tat instead of taking the final and this was a much more agreeable way of spending my time.

In other news I think I'm going to stop throwing tantrums soon.

I just have to figure out a way of cleverly discarding everything that makes me so mad.

how many words does a poem need to have

When I was in eighth grade my best friend was firstly scary drunk, scary cutting, scary depressed scary raving scary obsessed with drugs and witches, scary diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

This was our song.

I am starting to think that a lot of intellect-blather is really, really boring.

“I like to behave in an extremely normal, wholesome manner for the most part in my daily life. Even if mentally I'm consumed with sick visions of violence, terror, sex and death.”

Tours twice a day all week.

Grown-ups don't skip school to get Dolly Parton tattoos, Meg. Okay. They just Don't.

What are meaning and purpose, again?