“I see the world, it makes me puke,But then I look at you and know,that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.”

“I guess there's so much more I have to learn,But if you're here with me, I know which way to turnYou always give me somewhere, somewhere I can run,You make it real for me”

“How do I think of you? As someone I want to be with. As someone as young as me, but "older," if that makes sense. As someone I like to look at, not just because you're good to look at, but because just looking at you makes me smile and feel happier. As someone who knows her mind and who I envy for that. As someone who is strong in herself without seeming to need anyone else to help her. As someone who makes me thinks and unsettles me in a way that makes me feel more alive.”

“I don't like this world. I definitely do not like it. The society in which I live disgusts me; advertising sickens me; computers make me puke.”

“I just wanted one person who would look at me and not want to see someone else.”“Who looks at you like that?” I lift my head up and lower my hands so I can see her face, and I can’t imagine anyone looking at this girl and wanting to see anything but her.“Everyone who loves me.”“Who is it they want to see?“A dead girl.”

“You know, I'm going to make it a point whenever I see you to be like the ocean. You can look to me for relief.”