I'm thinking the reason I've been so quiet all those years is only because Brian wasn't around yet for me to tell everything to.

Me would like an invisibility cloak to get the hell out of this mess.

It's like having explosives on board 24/7, the way I feel. I can't believe when I touch things they don't blow to bits. I can't believe I was so way off.
I thought, I don't know, I thought wrong.

They do make love stories for girls with black hearts after all. They go like this.

When people fall in love, they burst into flames.

And even as I'm kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, I wish I were kissing him, wanting more, more, more, more, like I can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.