And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.

It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.

I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.

The silence between us was so profound I thought part of it must be my fault.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

From the night Buddy Willard kissed me and said I must go out with a lot of boys, he made me feel I was much more sexy and experienced than he was and that everything he did like hugging and kissing and petting was simply what I made him feel like doing out of the blue, he couldn’t help it and didn’t know how it came about. Now I saw he had only been pretending all this time to be so innocent.