Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They'll just spring on you like a ninja.

Homecoming's stupid." And it is. Buch of kids looking for excuses to grope eachother all night.

Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the future.

I don't know and I don't care anymore. I was supposed to have my way for once, just once in my life. I did everything right and I got nothing for it. I want to kill them all. no, better yet, I want to die. No, even bettter than that: I want to kill them all then die.

Don't be stupid. You're a child. You don't know what it means to be in love." And she flung open the car door as if she wished she had the strength to rip it from the hinges, and stalked off to the house through the rain. That night, I lay in bed, troubled by what she'd said, blocking out the sounds of argument from my parents' room. Was love what my parents had? Yelling at eachother, worrying about money? Never smiling? Never happy? If that was love, then I didn't want it.

What if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?

We humans have the capacity to wreak horrors on each other. But we also have the capacity to survive those horrors.