I act like I'm interested and that I understand what's happening. But really I just want to spend time with you, watching this stupid, confusing show.

I always hide 1/2 of my cash. Under vases, coat pockets at the back of the closet, taped behind pictures on the wall. I'm not greedy. I don't know why I do it.

I miss going to punk shows every weekend.... Being a responsible working grown up sucks!

I want you to come home to me. I miss you even if I never really had you.

I tell everyone that i hate you, that i am glad you're gone.but what i hide is that..

daddy..i miss you.