My eyes are dry. Through all of my agony, I could never have cried.
There aren't enough colors to paint the pictures I want to paint for you.
I'd like to buy some more Goodwill furniture.
I wish I wouldn't let my parents down so. It is really hard for me to have them be angry at me for something I can't control.
I realise, again, that I'll have to get married young. Otherwise, I'd be a complete whore. Isn't it sad that I realise that?
Those Dr. Peale self help tapes just piss me off. They make me feel inferior.
I watched Breakfast at Tiffany's today and realised that I essentially want to grow up to be Audrey Hepburn's character, Holly.
I don't really understand Death of a Salesman.
