No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.

I'm going to die a virgin. I like the thought if it. So pure.

Sometimes I'd catch myself looking at my reflection in windows and wonder who I was. Where I was going. Then the image would change and it wouldn't be me, just some nebulous shadow person.

I'm scared. What will tomorrow bring? It has to be better than today. It has to.