I only smile in the dark.
If I would kill myself tonight, who would remember me tomorrow?
Just when I thought my life was coming together, I realized it was just starting to fall apart.
It was like sawdust, the unhappiness: it infitrated everything, everything was a problem, everything made her cry - school, homework, boyfriends, the future, the lack of future, the uncertainty of the future, fear of future, fear in general - but it was so hard to say exactly what the problem was in the first place - The Dead Girl