
.Hysteria. We met in the court yard but no one would notice 2 kids contemplating all high school had shown us. .Hysteria. Its not the end that I fear with each breath. It's life that scares me to death. .Hysteria. It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten what the color of her eyes were, her scars or how she got them. .Hysteria. I'm finally on my own. Don't try to tell me No. There's so much more for me. Just watch what I will be. .Hysteria. What somebody scream, Dirty Mary's never clean.