My other friends are in music relaxation class, which I do not attend, because smooth jazz makes me angry sometimes.

I feel like I’m broken—like I don’t fit together anymore. Like there’s no more room for me in the world or something. Like I’ve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyone’s trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.

Life is hard, and children have to be told how hard life can be…So they will be sympathetic to others. So they will understand that some people have it harder than they do and that a trip through this world can be a wildly different experience, depending on what chemicals are raging through one’s mind.

My other friends are in music relaxation class, which I do not attend, because smooth jazz makes me angry sometimes.

You better watch out, or you're going to be defeated by pessimism!

Tiffany and I are great friends, and I appreciate all that she is doing for me now. But she is not you. I still love you, Nikki. And you can’t control or alter true love.

I think all it really takes for different people to get along is a common rooting interest and a few beers.