But I Need To Wake Up Somehow.

I Want To Collapse. I Want To Fall On The Sidewalk Right There And Drag Myself To The Ivy.

It Was Love Because It Was Worth It.

And Concentrating On The Spot Where The Two Spindles Should Be Is The Closest I Get To Looking Hannah's Eyes As She Tells My Story.

Teens In The '90s Had The Same Basic Desires As They Do Now.

Here's A Tip. If You Touch A Girl, Even As Joke, And She Pushes You Off, Leave... Her... Alone. Don't Touch Her. Anywhere! Just Stop. Your Touch Does Nothing But Sicken Her.