The Worst Crime Is Faking It.

I Don’t Have The Passion Anymore, And So Remember, It’s Better To Burn Out Than To Fade Away.

We Were The Chosen Rejects. We Chose Not To Be Apart Of The Popular Crowd. I Mean, I Can Rember A Lot Of Times The More Popular People, The 'jock Type' Of People Who Were Into Sports, And Staying Clean, And Brushing There Teeth All The Time, They Always Asked Me If I Wanted To Join Their Little Club, And I Decided Not To, You Know, I Would Rather Hang Out With The People Who Didn't Get Picked For The Baseball Team, You Know, Who Smoke Cigarettes And Listen To Rock 'n' Roll Music.

I'm Thought Of As This Pissy, Complaining, Freaked-out Schizophrenic Who Wants To Kill Himself All The Time.

Throughout My Life, I've Always Been Really Close With Girls And Made Friends With Girls. And I've Always Been A Really Sickly, Feminine Person Anyhow, So I Thought I Was Gay For A While Because I Didn't Find Any Of The Girls In My High School Attractive At All.

Wearing A Dress Shows I Can Be As Feminine As I Want. I'm A Heterosexual...big Deal, But If I Was A Homosexual, It Wouldn't Matter, Either.