“I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.”

“I don't know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like.”

“Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.”

“It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.”

“I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want to them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me. And if they do something I don't like, I'll tell them.”

“I really want to be a writer but I don't know what to write about""You could write about us”

“I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.”