I Know Okay, Sorry. I

She Wasn't Speaking To Me - In The Juvenile, Petty Sense Of The Phrase.

I Wondered – Would A Bullet Through My Temple Actually Kill Me Or Just Leave A Really Big Mess For Me To Clean Up?

What A Marshmallow. You Should Hold Out For Someone With A Stronger Stomach. Someone Who Laughs At The Gore That Makes Weaker Men Vomit.

Life Sucks, And Then You Die.

That’s Edward. He’s Gorgeous, Of Course, But Don’t Waste Your Time. He Doesn’t Date. Apparently None Of The Girls Here Are Good-looking Enough For Him.