Alone. The saddest word in the world.

Lying - remembering beauty in truth.

The same old dumb teachers teaching the same old dumb subjects in the same old dumb school. I seem to be kind of losing interest in everything. At first I thought high school would be fun but it's just dull. Everything's dull. Maybe it's because I'm growing up and life is becoming more blase.

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die.

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.

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.

I’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.