I was a tomboy and most of my close friends were male.

You know what the crummiest feeling you can have is? To hate the person you love the best in the world.

Things are rough all over.

I didn't think much about that statement then. But later I would-I still do. I think about it and think about it until I think I'm going crazy.

...but I've never regretted it. You can't regret experience.

It was too vast a problem to be just a personal thing. There should be some help, someone should tell them before it was too late. Someone should tell their side of the story, and maybe people would understand then, and wouldn’t be so quick to judge a boy by the amount of hair oil he wore.

The difference is that was then, this is now.