Once Upon A Time Is Now.

Then I Break A Glass And I Slit My Very Innermost Thigh So That I Can Pretend That I'm Menstru--- Well, Unavailable.

I Could Have Guessed It All Along, Cuz Now Some Drama Queen Is Gonna Write A Song For Me

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.

And If I End Up With Blood On My Hands, Well I Know, That You'll Understand, 'cause I Fight Like A Girl.

I've Been Completely Fascinated With History Because It Tells Everything About What's Going To Happen Next Because It's Cyclical, Everything Repeats In General.