I wish I could help you" I whisper. You are," he murmurs against my knee. "just dont leave me, okay? Everyone leaves me.

If no words come, you can always give him the finger.

Next time I want to do something nice, slap me.

I want to tell her how much she's become the center of my being. But I can't. The words won't come.

Is anyone human actually normal? I'm beginning to think being normal is actually abnormal.

I realise it’s going to happen. This girl of my dreams, this girl who is more like me than anyone I’ve ever met, wants to kiss me.

Can I request another peer guide, One who isn't so happy to be at school at 7:30 a.m.?