I Have No Control Over People's Perceptions

He Was So Excited. He Cut Out Pictures Of These Landscapes And Neighborhoods And Kind Of Really Tried To Give You A Feel Of The Movie. It Was Kind Of Cute But At The Same Time It Really Showed His Enthusiasm For It.

I'm Doing Naughty Things, I'm Drinking Too Much, I'm Going To Clubs. It Really Didn't Matter To Me, Other Than The Fact That Some Parents Wouldn't Let Their Kids Hang Out With Me.

Math Is One Of My Favorite Subjects.

I Do Have A Family, And I Do Have Friends, And So-called Friends, And Acquaintances, And Many Other People I See Only Around Christmas Time. Maybe They Could Vouch For Me. Maybe They Could Testify To My Existence And Save A Part Of Me That Thinks I'm No Better Than A Bag Of Potato Chips.

My Father Was Overbearing. Very Controlling. He Was Always The Way He Is, Even Before My Success. He Was Not Always A Good Person. He'd Play Mind Games To Make Sure I Knew My Place. I Don't See Him, Which Is Unfortunate. But I Don't Have Any Desire To See Him. I Vaguely Know Where He Is, And I Don't Want To Know.