As you see the opening get closer, you just can't get fast enough. And finally, just when you think you'll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you.

I'm only being cute here. I don't really mean it. I just wanted to make you smile.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

I just laid around in my bed, looking at the ceiling, and i smiled because it was a nice kind of quiet.

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

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.

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?