Once you realise there's nothing to be afraid of when you die, there's nothing else to worry about.

I know all about dreams that make you want to scream.

No one in France cares if you tried to kill yourself. In fact, I think they like you better because you're all tragic.

I keep feeling like everyone wants me to apologize for something.

So now I'm thinking about it. I'm imagining sitting down with my parents and actually saying, "I'm gay." And you know what? It makes me a little mad. I mean, straight guys don't have to sit their parents down and tell them they like girls.

Now I just have these reddish scars there. I guess I always will, although Goody says they’ll fade over time. I don’t know if I want them to fade. That probably sounds totally freaky, but part of me doesn’t want to forget what it felt like, even though it hurt. If I forget about the pain, I might also forget that it was a really stupid idea to do it in the first place.

If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else.