It's Always The People Who Don't Want

A Glittering Disco Ball Spins From The Ceiling, But The Music Is Something I've Never Heard, Discordant And Haunting And Insistent, The Kind Of Music That Demands You Dance.

. . . She Was Obsessed With Clothes And Status, How She Never Gave A Thought To Being Responsible For Her Own Actions, Or Even What She Might Do For Anyone Else-making Her The Ultimate Example Of All That Was Wrong And Misguided About Young Women Today.

She Didn't Want To Have Anything To Do With The Party. She Was Tired Of Feeling Like She Didn't Fit In, But She Didn't Want To Go Home, Either, Because She Was A Tired Of Being Lonely And She Was A Little Drunk.

Sometimes I Want To Be On 'the Real Housewives Of New York.' I Want To Remind Them To Figure Out How To Get Along And Support Each Other.

Whoever We Are Here, We Might Be Princesses Somewhere Else. Or Writers. Or Scientists. Or Presidents. Or Whatever The Hell We Want To Be That Everyone Else Says We Can't.