Smells Like Teen Spirit

I was doing a little random blog surfing today so it was inevitable that I would stumble upon more of my favourite genre of blog writings - bad teenage break-up poetry!

Take this razor,
Sign your name across my wrists
So everyone will know who left me like this.

Sew me up, my scars run deep
A reminder not to forget the times that we've had.

It's the varying font sizes that really elevate this example above the rest. The teen angst is practically tangible. Makes me want to go write in my diary.