This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values.

Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.

It is my first morning of high school. I have seven new notebooks, a skirt I hate, and a stomachache.

Do they choose to be so dense? Were they born that way? I have no friends. I have nothing. I say nothing. I am nothing.

Mr. Freeman sighs. "No imagination. What are you thirteen? Fourteen? You've already let them beat your creativity out of you!

There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.

When life sucks, read. They can't yell at you for that. And if they do, then you can ignore them.