Some nights I don't want to end. This is one of those nights.

Barry's sisters beg him to come to a family dinner. "You better be there. Don't just sit at home"

Why does my family get mad when I don't go to their parties? No one talks to me. We have nothing in common that I want to talk about. I just sit there or walk back n forth between rooms looking like I'm doing something until someone asks me how school is going. I wish I had someone to talk to. Another outkast like myself. Someone who depends on me being there because they're in the same boat as me. That would be nice. Something you would see in a movie. We go off somewhere, outside maybe and talk about real things. Real things to us. Not things that are time fillers. A girl preferably. I get along with girls better and find them more interesting. They're easier to talk to and enjoy people watching. The good ones at least. We would make fun of everyone there. In a friendly way. She would be exciting. She would love movies and love them as much as I do. We would drink all night.



"A toast to my big brother George: The richest man in town. "

It's tough not to write about yourself.


"It takes a lot of effort to make something look effortless."

I'm sleeping on my bedroom floor tonight. Miserable, frustrated, lonely. Things will get worse. They'll get better then they'll get worse then they'll get better then they'll get worse. I know that this is not the worst moment of my life. That has happened yet. One day I'll have the worst moment of my life and I'll wish I was back on my bedroom floor. Lonely. That's a depressing thought.


Merry Christmas!