No Boy Is Worth Crying Over, And

If You Died It Would Be Like My Bones Had Been Removed. No One Would Know Why, But I Would Collapse.

No Boy Is Worth Crying Over, And The One Who Is Won't Make You Cry.

She's Talking About Herself In The Third Person Because The Idea Of Being Who She Is, Of Acknowledging That She Is Herself, Is More Than Her Pride Can Take.

Death Is My Lover And He Wants To Move In.

But You Have Friends. You Have A Lot Of Friends. What Do You Offer Your Friends To Make Them So Supportave. What Do You Offer Your Friends To Make Them So Supportave What Do You Offer. " ...if I Could Remember Any More Of My Lines I'd Add Them So Basically This Is A Preface To The Whole Play. I Would Like To Quote The Whole Play. Currently My Mind Is Afraid To Remember The Play.