Adam and I just had another fight. I decline to say what the fight was about, but I will say this. I'm sorry for even mentioning anything to him to begin with. I'm sorry, Adam, if you're reading this, I'm really sorry, okay? I feel like shit. I wish someone would take me out back and beat me like a red-headed step child. I've wanted to cry for days now, but my eyes and heart won't allow it. My eyes fill, but no tears ever flow. A week from today is my last day in Stockton High School. It's depressing and I hate it. I wish I were dead. I don't want to go to a new school where new people can tease me. I want the old people from my old school to tease me and ignore me. I feel complete here. This place is a part of me that I don't want to outgrow so soon. I pinch my eyes hard enough together and the tears come. They feel good running down my face. I don't want to leave here ever. I don't want to fight with Adam. I just want to make him happy, even if I hate the things I do. Oh well, the tears will dry up, right? Yeah... I wish.

"When you were here before, I couldn't look you in the eye. You're just like an angel. Your skin makes me cry. You float like a feather... in a beautiful world. I wish I was special. You're so fucking special. But I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the Hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't care if it hurts. I want to have control. I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice when I'm not around. So fucking special. I wish I special." -Radiohead.

"You'd kill yourself for recogniction, you'd kill yourself to never, ever stop. You broke another mirror, you're turning into something you are not." -Radiohead.