That Was All Part Of

I Don't Know Why Men Like To Barbecue So Much. Maybe Its The Only Thing They Can Cook. Or Maybe They're Just Closet Pyromaniacs.

Her Best Friend Was Gone And Nobody Understood That No Amount Of Makeup, Fresh Air Or Shopping Was Going To Fill The Hole In Her Heart.

People Forget They Have Options. And They Forget That Those Things Really Don't Matter. They Should Concentrate On What They Have And Not What They Don't Have.

It's Not The Job Of This Town To Make Me Feel Happy. It's Not This Town´s Fault That I Don't Feel I Fit In. It Doesn't Matter Where You Are In The World, Because It's About Where You Are In Your Head. It's About The Other World I Inhabit. The World Of Dreams, Hope, Imagination, And Memories. I'm Happy Up Here, And Because Of That I'm Happy Up There Too

But Even In Her Laughter There Was Something Missing. She Never Seemed To Be Truly Happy; She Just Seemed To Be Passing Time While She Waited For Something Else. She Was Tired Of Just Existing; She Wanted To Live.