...the man of my dreams is a girl.
Why are people so cruel? What did I ever do to them?
I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.
I'm sorry you don't get it, Mom. Sometimes I don't get why I do the things I do. I just know I wake up every morning and wish I was dead.
Take it as a token. Because tomorrow when I go, I want you to believe friends are possible.
Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.