I’m still afraid of being totally honest. I’m more afraid of this than dying.

It wasn't so much that I was afraid of the place itself, but I was afraid of the creatures who masqueraded as people.

I suppose I’m the one responsible for destroying myself.

I was frightened by the optimism of adults, their stupid trust in science to treat a troubled heart. Afraid of their obsession with believing they have to treat troubled kids. I just wanted them to leave me alone, so how come they didn't get it? But that's the way it always is.

And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself?

I was in a self-induced depression. Welcome to me Real World.

Fortunately for me, I ran across some girls I could get along with so I could enjoy high school life okay, but it must be awful for kids who don't get along with anybody. We're different from our parents, a completely different species from our teachers. And kids who are one grade apart you are in a different world altogether. In other words, we're basically surrounded by enemies and have to make it on our own.