I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.

I would like to stay stoned all the time, it scares me it’s so good. I would like to stay stoned every minute of every day for the rest of my life.

I can't believe that I changed so little. I expected to look old and hollow and gray, but I guess it's only me on the inside that has shriveled and deteriorated.

How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

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'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.