I Don't Want To Be Famous Per

I Loved Jack Because Of Every Little Thing About Him. The Way He Laughed, The Way He Made Me Smile, The Way He'd Stay Up Until Nine In The Morning Watching Zombie Movies He'd Seen A Hundred Times, And The Way He Could Never Hold A Grudge. I Loved Him Because I Loved Him, Not Because It Was Fate Or Destiny Or In My Blood, We Had Chosen Each Other, And That Felt More Powerful And More Magical.

I Tended To Hate People That Hit Me In The Head Without Warning.

You Can Bite Me If You Want. I Want You To.

It Smelled Pretty Rank, But I Was Getting Used To The Smell Of Death, As Much As Anyone Could Get Used To It.

I Was Always Depressed Growing Up. There Wasnt A Reason For It, I Just Was. I Was Sad And Morose. I Cried A Lot, I Wrote A Lot, And I Read A Lot; And That Was How I Dealt With It.