When God Closes One Door, He Slams

I Went Grey At 12, My Eyesight Went At 17. I've Been A Crock From Very Early On.

Here's How It Is: I Feel Guilty About Every Single Bite Of Food That Goes Into My Mouth.

I've Always Been Melancholic. At A Party, Everyone Would Be Looking At The Glittering Chandeliers And I'd Be Looking At The Waitress's Cracked Shoes.

I'd Rather Eat Nothing Than Eat A Carrot.

I'm Quite Introverted But I'm Not Shy.