I have no intent. I have no reason to live, that's all. When I'm gone, I don't want to be remembered.

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

Mom's eyes blazed. "Are you sleeping with her?" Oh, god. Did we have to do this here? Now? "Well, actually," I smirked, "we don't get a lot of sleep.

With determination and purpose, I head into the light.

But its not funny. Not to people who've been told they're losers their whole lives and believe they will never be anything else.

She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.

My mother read that parents should spend quality time with their children. One way is to sign up for organized activities together. This month we're taking meditation to free the mind. Last month it was Rolfing. Have you ever Rolfed, Tone?" "Only after the school's shepherd's pie," I said.