She just keeps saying "He’s gone.

Don't be self-conscious, if I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it.

Now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in.

He looks at you like... like you're something to eat.

Life sucks, and then you die.

Dream happy dreams. You are the only one who has ever touched my heart. It will always be yours. Sleep,my only love.

I didn't relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn't relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.