I would love to have your baby if I knew you would never leave us...

My life seems like a plane crash, parts of me everywhere, most of me nowhere or unidentifiable.

I work with the disabled and I hate it. Love the people, hate the work. When all is said and done, I'd much rather play the guitar in a smokey basement club.

I always feel like I can't say for sure whether or not I am okay with mainly depending on my boyfriend for money. I constantly feel ashamed of it.

Every time I see an attractive woman smiling and happy, I know there's a man somewhere wishing he were dead.