Everyone's afraid of everybody else...maybe because we're all afraid of ourselves.

But Hey, Guess What Crazy means I'm not liable for my actions. So screw it, I'll go home, propped up on Prozac against distractions

I'd like to cry now. Don't know how.

Cleansed, chlorinated to the point of chemical peel, sore muscles relieved, I felt almost human again. Tiptoe to my room, up a darkened hall, past closed doors, I wondered if I'd ever feel completely human again.

Have to Find ...life ...is ...a— ...gamble ...after ...all.

I do have friends, but they don't know me, only someone I've created to take my place. Someone sculpted from ice. I keep the melted me bottled up inside. Where no one can touch her, until, unbidden, she comes pouring out.

Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.