As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.

Everyone else is either asleep or having sex. I’ve been watching cable television and eating jello.

Do you think if people knew how crazy you really were, no one would ever talk to you?

When you think back to your first kiss, your hair is perfect and she was wearing a cool outfit. We remember it with restraint and we remember it with style. We remember it as idealistically as you can think.

I guess I'm pretty emotional.

I'm going to be who I really am. I'm going to figure out what this is.