Relationships change even more than people. It's like two people changing. It's exponentially more volatile. Especially two teenagers.

I want to live but I want to die. What do I do?

A working brain is probably a lot like a map, where anybody can get from one place to another on the freeways. It's the nonworking brains that get blocked, that have dead ends, that are under construction like mine.

My family shouldn't have to put up with me. They're good people, solid, happy. Sometimes when I'm with them I think I'm on television.

I've had good moments scattered since then, times when I thought I was better, but that was the last day I felt triumphant.

Of course I wasn't abused. If I were; things would be so simple. I'd have a reason to for being in a shrinks office. I'd have a justification and something to work on. The world wasn't going to give me something that tidy.

Do you even know who the enemy is?" "I think... it's me".