one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young

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.

She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.

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.

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