How could I pretend to be someone else when I was already failing at being the person I already was?

Sometimes,well,all the time,I can't think of what to say because I'm so dumb and stuff,and then maybe I think of it like five days later.

And have your mother put my head on a stake? Do you have any notion what that would do to my handsome good looks?

I hate it when people make fun of me and it turns out they're right.

I swear, every person I know gets far more satisfaction from doing good deeds than receiving them. Maybe that’s the whole point in the end, all of us putting up with good deeds, tolerating them as best we can, counting the minutes until we have the opportunity to reciprocate.

It kind of struck me how great it would be to go out with a guy that size. And if you, you know, got tired of dating him, you could always use him as a house or something.

But it turns out that even if I don’t talk a lot, when it’s something that matters I still have a lot to say.