Maybe anything that anybody ever has is for now. What happened before is gone, and what will happen later is an illusion.
Apparently I couldn’t even pretend to be normal.
I really should come with a warning label.
I figured it is always better to be unpopular by your own choice.
Every time there was an unspoken promise that this would be the last time, but it would only be the last time until the next time.
Librarians are notorious snitches—don’t let anybody convince you otherwise.