To kill a mockingbird. If you haven't read it, I think you should because it is very interesting.

I don't know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like.

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.

You take girls, for example. They're copying their moms and magazines and everything to know how to act around guys. I mean it's not like in movies where girls like assholes or anything like that. It's not that easy. They just like somebody that can give them purpose.

My dad said I did the right thing. I hope I did, but it's hard to tell sometimes.

So what's the point of using words nobody else knows or can say comfortably? I just don't understand that.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway, and I just can't stop thinking that the little kid eating french fries with his mom in the shopping mall is going to grow up and my sister.