The reason I am thinking so far in advance is because school is terribly lonely. I think I've said that before, but it's getting harder every day.

"I hate you." My sister said it different than she said it to my dad. She meant it with me.She really did. "I love you," was all I could say in return. "You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." "I'm trying not to be.” 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.

Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it's no excuse.

It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except 'be there.' I just want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.

And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.

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.

You ever think Charlie, that our group is the same as any other group like a football team? And the only real difference between us is what we wear and why we wear it?