And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

It's important to be aware of how we treat others. Even though someone appears to shrug off a sideways comment or to not be affected by a rumor, it's impossible to know everything else going on in that person's life, how we might be adding to his/her pain. People do have an impact on the lives of others; that's undeniable.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.

Here's a tip. If you touch a girl, even as joke, and she pushes you off, leave... her... alone. Don't touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does nothing but sicken her.

Everything...affects everything

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.