You've Got To Go Through It To

I Swing My Arms To Loosen Myself Up. Place My Fists On My Hips. Then Drop Them To My Sides. Saliva's Filling My Mouth At A Ridiculous Rate And I Feel Vomit At The Back Of My Throat. I Swallow Hard And Open My Lips So I Can Get The Stupid Line Out And Go Hide In The Woods And-that's When I Start Crying.

His Dad Said Even The Cavemen Had Geniuses Among Them. Somebody Had Thought Up The Wheel.

We Have To Joke About It Because The Alternative Is To Be Scared

The Heat Of The Bread Burned Into My Skin, But I Clutched It Tighter, Clinging To Life.

You'll Never Be Able To Let Him Go. You'll Always Feel Wrong About Being With Me.