Reading Is Such A Huge

Scrubbing The Floor When No One Else Wanted To Was Something That My Mother Would Have Done. If I Can't Be With Her, The Least I Can Do Is Act Like Her Sometimes.

Some People Believe That I Will Go Nowhere, And Maybe They're Right, But Maybe They're Not.

I Don't Want To Stop You. I Want You To Stop Yourself.

Everything Inside Me Screams For Just One More Kiss, One More Word, One More Glance, One More.

I Feel Like What I Have Become Is Halfway Between My Mother And My Father, Violent And Impulsive And Desperate And Afraid. I Feel Like I Have Lost Control Of What I Have Become.