“I'm putting up a great front, then because I feel like I'm breaking apart inside.”

“...I don't have to smile and pretend I'm fine even though inside I feel like I'm breaking into a thousand tiny fragments too small ever to be put together again.”

“As a beauty I'm not a great star. Others are handsomer far; but my face --I don't mind it because I'm behind it; it the folks out in front that I jar.”

“I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart.”

“I'm a great poet. I don't put my poems on paper: they consist of actions and feelings.”

“I hate... I hate when you die. It destroys me. I know i have no right to be so upset, because I'm not the one losing my life, but it breaks me apart inside. I'm not very good with words, and i dont know how to explain to you how i feel. I get lonely when you aren't with me. I miss you. And every time you die, a little piece of me dies with you.”