Хорошо быть тихоней

I wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what’s wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away. And disappear.

but I usually like songs you can't dance to

Той ночью мне не хотелось читать, так что я спустился вниз и стал смотреть полуторачасовую рекламу тренажёра. Они постоянно показывали номер 1 800, и я позвонил по нему. Женщину, которая взяла трубку на другом конце провода, звали Мишель. И я сказал Мишель, что я несовершеннолетний и мне не нужен тренажёр, но я надеюсь, что она хорошо проводит ночь.
Тогда Мишель бросила трубку. И я нисколько не возражал.

"How about your favorite book?"
"This Side of Paradise by From Scott Fitzgerald."
"Why?"
"Because it was the last one I read."

It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.

Not everyone has a sob story and even if they do, it's no excuse

Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life

я чувствовал себя плохо за них обоих.

I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.