I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person.

Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.

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.

I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

The sound of the radio fades to nothing because the waves just can't reach

And all the books you've read have been read by other people. And all the songs you've loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that's pretty to you is pretty to other people. and that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing 'unity.

I didn't know that other people thought things about me. I didn't know that they looked.