Art Without Emotion Its Like Chocolate Cake

The Best Time To Talk To Ghosts Is Just Before The Sun Comes Up.

He Doesn't See My Breasts Or My Waist Or My Hips. He Only Sees The Nightmare.

I Have Survived. I Am Here. Confused, Screwed Up, But Here. So, How Can I Find My Way? Is There A Chain Saw Of The Soul, An Ax I Can Take To My Memories Or Fears?

I Like Cheeseburgers Too Much To Be A Model.

I Wish Adults Would Spend Less Energy Freaking Out About The Cutting Itself And Work Harder To Understand What Drives Kids To Self-harm.