Bologna Girl, That's Me.

There Is No Magic Cure, No Making It All Go Away Forever. There Are Only Small Steps Upward; An Easier Day, An Unexpected Laugh, A Mirror That Doesn't Matter Anymore.

There Is Something About Christmas That Requires A Rug Rat. Little Kids Make Christmas Fun. I Wonder If Could Rent One For The Holidays. When I Was Tiny We Would By A Real Tree And Stay Up Late Drinking Hot Chocolate And Finding Just The Right Place For The Special Decorations. It Seems Like My Parents Gave Up The Magic When I Figured Out The Santa Lie. Maybe I Shouldn't Have Told Them I Knew Where The Presents Really Came From. It Broke Their Hearts.

Melancholy Held Me Hostage, And The Bees Built A Hive Of Sadness In My Soul.

When Life Sucks, Read. They Can't Yell At You For That. And If They Do, Then You Can Ignore Them.

I Nod Like I’m Listening,like We’re Communicating, And She Never Knows The Difference.