Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.

I know how you feel. I’ve been analyzed to death as well. Not, like, professionally, though I did date a psych major who said I had attention issues. Or at least that’s what I think he said. I wasn’t really paying attention. Anyway, where was I?

My goal in life is to have a psychiatric disorder named after me.

Surely my macking on some guy in an insane asylum wouldn't hurt him. He'd been living with his stalker, for heaven's sake.

But, you're his son," I said, trying really hard to hate him. "You're the son of Satan. Literally." "And you are the stepdaughter of Denise Davidson." Wow. That was a bit harsh, but, "Okay, point taken.

This is one Fruit Loop beyond certifiable.

I could hardly be responsible for my actions when everyone around me gave me every opportunity to sink to their low expectations.