Just Because It's A Bad

I Hate Menus, I Hate Choosing Food. I Just Want To Be Brought. Bring Me Dinner!

I Don't Talk Like House, Or Walk Like Him. I Certainly Don't Think Like Him. I Don't Like To Think For More Than 15 Minutes At A Stretch Actually; I Am A Fragile Flower.

We Put This 15-year Old Girl On The Cover Of A Fashion Magazine, And Tell Everyone She Is The Epitome Of Sexual Perfection, But We Jail Anyone Who Touches Her For Another Three Years.

I Have Resolved To Pick One Novel And Just Read It Over And Over Again For The Rest Of My Life, Because I Cannot Remember Anything Anymore.

I Would Cling To Unhappiness Because It Was A Known, Familiar State. When I Was Happier, It Was Because I Knew I Was On My Way Back To Misery. I've Never Been Convinced That Happiness Is The Object Of The Game. I'm Wary Of Happiness.