Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated, look I’m still around.
I was a very defensive kid ’cause I was really sensitive underneath and didn’t want people to know. So I came off as very tough and very angry.
We hate so fast and we love too slow.
A lot of people have problems with public confrontation, but it doesn’t worry me at all. I can handle myself. I know my martial arts.
I see you try to hurt me bad. Don’t know what you’re up against. Maybe you should reconsider; come up with another plan. Cause you know I’m not that kinda girl. I’ll just get back up again.
In my experience the best way to beat depression is to get involved in something inspiring.
The last time I checked, the only difference between my gay friends and I is who we choose to love. I’m not sure how that warrants a loss of rights, but it needs to stop. What ever happened to liberty and justice for all?
I have never really encountered anybody that was rude to me. Well, not to my face anyway.
Seems it’s my destiny for love to cause me misery.
I’m not barbie, and im alright with that.
I’m cool. I don’t need to be skinny. I like to be strong.
Sometimes it takes a tragedy to bring people together, Other times it just takes music.
My mom took all of my behavior personally. Everything I did she thought it was an act of rebellion against her. But it was just me being me.
It takes a lot of people years to turn a negative into a positive. It takes me, like, an album.
I’m pretty confident and, at the same time, I’m pretty insecure. I’m like a walking conflict.
You can’t be creative when you’re completely happy.
I know I should stop smoking, but it scares me. I mean, what would I turn to next?
I like feeling strong. It keeps my mental floor higher.
I just get bored easily. As I’m sure other people do too.
Cutting, and suicide, two very different symptoms of the same problem, are gaining on us. I personally don’t know a single person who doesn’t know at least two of these victims personally.