There Are Rules You Follow Here Not

I Feel Like A Big Faker Because I've Been Putting My Life Back Together, And Nobody Knows.

It's Strange To Describe Reading A Book As A Really Great Experience, But That's Kind Of How It Felt.

Try To Be A Filter, Not A Sponge.

I Walk Around The School Hallways And Look At The People. I Look At The Teachers And Wonder Why They're Here. If They Like Their Jobs. Or Us. And I Wonder How Smart They Were When They Were Fifteen. Not In A Mean Way. In A Curious Way. It's Like Looking At All The Students And Wondering Who's Had Their Heart Broken That Day, And How They Are Able To Cope With Having Three Quizzes And A Book Report Due On Top Of That. Or Wondering Who Did The Heart Breaking. And Wondering Why.

I Hate You." I Love You." You're A Freak, You Know That? Everyone Says So. They Always Have." I'm Trying Not To Be.