I Have A Temper On Me That

I Was A Redhead And A Middle Child; Both Can Make You Feel Excluded. It's Like Fighting To Be Included, In The Swim Of Things. After A While You Start To Develop A Bit Of A Victim Mentality, Which Isn't Great For A Happy Life.

Everybody's Trying To Be The Biggest, Because If You're Not The Biggest, You Don't Survive.

In Terms Of Fitting In, You Know, I Don't Have A Lot Of Armor Up. I'm A Raw Nerve And It's Really Uncomfortable For A Lot Of People.

I Wouldn't Say That Cutting Was Pleasurable, But There Is A Sense Of Euphoria That Follows Cutting Yourself. The Quick Pinch Of Pain And The Sight Of Blood Snaps You Back To The Surface And You Start To Appreciate Being Alive.

Ps. I Am Pretty Certain Beyonce Doesn't Need You Fighting Any Battles On Her Account. Seems Like She's Got Everything Covered Perfectly Well On Her Own.