I don&#39;t think about the styles. I write whatever comes out and I use whatever kind of instrumentation works for those songs.

If only there were a game whose winning required a gift for the identification of missed opportunities and of things lost and irrecoverable, a knack for the belated recognition of truths, for the exploitation of chances in imagination after it's too late!

When YOU accept your insecurities, no one will use them against you

What did that stupid deserting crap-bag ex-boyfriend, ex-best friend with the most perfect stupid hair do? He DIDN'T delete his crap off the desktop before he fled my life and left me all alone. That's what he did.

Written By James Patterson

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