“I wanted to write in you.”

“My biggest mistake: not wanting to help myself into thinking I am happy, that change would come about without really trying to change, or wanting to change. Procrastinating about changing. I do want to change.”

“I know I was drugged but that is still no excuse. Why do they want to do things like that?”

“Judas, boredom is such a drag, drag, drag. Writing might be good therapy for me, though.”

“Like usual, what I want is not important, what I’m supposed to do that counts.”

“I thought I was unhappy before… I was just a stupid young kid that didn’t know what happiness was. I was like a snot in a candy store who not only wanted all he could eat, but the whole thing. Life is stupid. Stupid. Or at least to this point, mine is.”

“What do you know about love? Are your feelings more holy than mine? Am I exempt from the knowledge of love until I become “of age?” Do I automatically become human enough when I start loving you and seeing things your way?”