Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

At Last It's a perfect winter day. No wind. No Arctic freeze. Cloudless azure sky. A day to fly. Snow drapes the mountain like ermine, fabulous feather- light powder coaxing me to flee the confines of my room, brave the mostly plowed road up to the closest ski resort. To run from the cloying silence connected Mom and Dad, into encompassing stillness far away from city dirt and noise Far above suburban gridlock. Far beyond the grasp of home.

Your life doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the people that love you

Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don't, one blink and they might disappear...forever.

Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who's supposed to protect you

So when he asked about getting high, I didn't think, I agreed. We smoked some good California green. Took three tries to put me in the place he said I should be.

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