On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.

Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.

There are other people who have it a lot worse

Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.

It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except 'be there.' I just want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.

I've never understood the need people have to dictate morality to other people. I really don't know what it is. I don't know if it's fear or the belief that they know the only right way. Or maybe they see a lot of social ills and social decline, and they really think they have the elixir for it.

Bridget who is crazy said that sometimes she thought about suicide when commercials come on during TV. She was sincere and this puzzled the guidance counselors.