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 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.

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.

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

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

Maybe the new me will be different.