“How am I supposed to go to sleep with weirdness between us?”
“I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.”
“I figure the more people think I'm just mildly weird, the less likely they are to know how weird I really am.”
“And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.”
“I hate this, I want this to stop, how are we supposed to live with this, and how am I supposed to walk away? You’re real and I hate you for it.”
“Why am I attracted to her butt? How weird is that? Why do men like butts anyway?”