I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

It's too bad you're not gay. Then again, if you were gay, I would never date you. You're a mess." You know, Patrick? If I were gay, I'd want to date you." Of course.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

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

I was in my bed trying to figure out why sometimes you can wake up and go back to sleep and other times you can't

And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.

Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.