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

Susan was very fun to be around. She liked movies, and her brother Frank made her tapes of this great music that she shared with us. But over the summer she had her braces taken off, and she got a little taller and prettier and grew breasts. Now, she acts a lot dumber in the hallways, especially when boys are around. And I think it's sad because Susan doesn't look as happy.

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.

Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun.

I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I'd do anything not to be this way. I'd do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being "passive aggressive.

And I never felt that good in my life. But I also felt bad because I saw her naked without her permission.

Do you always think this much? It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.