That heartless and hardcore, pastel, kinda emo girl.

Sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind.

This loneliness, isn't it just a youth illness?

I think you're better off looking alone 'cause the boys that chased your hips can just go find their way home.

My body is a product being sold on a shelf.

What a shame, the poor groom's bride is 
A bEaUtIfUl WoMaN.

When I'm sad, I ask Alexa to play despacito.