Once You Figure Out What Respect Tastes

Cutting, And Suicide, Two Very Different Symptoms Of The Same Problem, Are Gaining On Us. I Personally Don't Know A Single Person Who Doesn't Know At Least Two Of These Victims Personally.

Change The Voices In Your Head. Make Them Like You Instead.

The Problem Was, I Was Labeled As Trouble - So I Was Like, 'trouble? I'll Show You Trouble. You Want Trouble, Well Here It Is!' No Matter What Label They Give You, The Best Thing You Can Do Is Prove Them Wrong.

My Life Was Once Whiskey, Tears And Cigarettes... Now It's Snot, Tears And A Color Of Poop. Bliss. I Do Miss The Whiskey, Though.

It Takes A Lot Of People Years To Turn A Negative Into A Positive. It Takes Me, Like, An Album.