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

They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!

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

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

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.

The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus "Not me! I didn't think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it.