Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.

Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.

Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.

Year after year. "Please don't make me go [to school]" "You have to go," Kim would say. "It's a new school, make a new start." "Sticks and stones." from Chip. Words will only kill you.

That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.

I don't have alot of people to talk to. Not alot of people are worth my time.

What's the point of living if you don't belong anywhere?