Nobody's talking to me, but nobody's hassling me either. I guess you can't have everything.
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.
one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young
I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.
Lying - remembering beauty in truth.
I’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.