I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.

I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.

I pretend I've got lots of confidence and I'm a big jock and like that but deep inside I'm a frightened, insecure, can't-make-it failure.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

I bet the pill is harder to get than drugs--which shows how screwed up this world really is!

This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, "Come straight home after school." Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.