“Maybe the new me will be different.”

“The same old dumb teachers teaching the same old dumb subjects in the same old dumb school. I seem to be kind of losing interest in everything. At first I thought high school would be fun but it's just dull. Everything's dull. Maybe it's because I'm growing up and life is becoming more blase.”

“The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus “Not me! I didn’t think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it.”

“Then there’s me… non-relevant, non-predicable… ass-headed.”

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

“How is it possible for me to be so miserable and embarrassed and humiliated and beaten an function still talk and smile and concentrate?”

“They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!”