Incidentally, I only have one cavity, and as much as my dentist asks me to, I just can't bring myself to floss.

To tell you the truth, I've just been avoiding everything.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.

He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

It's strange the times people choose to be generous.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.

in the last month or so, i have read the great gatsby and a separate peace. i am starting to see a real trend in the kind of books bill gives me to read. and just like the tape of songs, it is amazing to hold each of them in the palm of my hand. they are all my favorites. all of them.