Apparently I couldn’t even pretend to be normal.
You know, my main goal in life is trying not to end up in a straightjacket.
It is not easy being trapped in a school that is caught between cornfields and cows.
I really should come with a warning label.
Who in their right mind counts the tiles on the floor when they go visiting a neighbor?
Maybe anything that anybody ever has is for now. What happened before is gone, and what will happen later is an illusion.