“Let me get this straight," I say. "You're practically ordering me to die. What kind of guidance counselor are you?”

“Because 'You're perfect just the way you are,' is what your guidance counselor says. And she's an alcoholic.”

“Wow,” says Peter, “when your guidance counselor tells you to die, you really have problems.”

“I’ve lost her. Can you give me any guidance?” – Sundown“On what? A new personality? Car buying? I’m a Wolf, cowboy, not a life counselor.” – Sasha”

“Let's go into the woods and take some pictures," you said. "I found this old camera.""Let go!" you screamed. "Let go of me!""You have to let go," the counselor told me. "Let go of what you're holding inside."I can touch the picture but it's not your face.I can touch the screen but it's not your face.Let go.”

“First of all, let me get this straight: This is a JOURNAL, not a diary. I know what it says on the cover, but when Mom went out to buy this thing I SPECIFICALLY told her to get one that didn't say 'diary' on it.”