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.

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.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.

Standing on the fringes of life... offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

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.

I have finished To Kill a Mockingbird. It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.