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

When you hold people up for ridicule, you have to take responsibility when other people act on it.

But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.

Because our lies matched. It was a sign.

But I need to wake up somehow. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to get through the day half-asleep. Maybe that’s the only way to get through today.

Teens in the '90s had the same basic desires as they do now.

I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking? I couldn’t. It was too soon.