- Mon, 18:37: Silly me. For some reason being called an idiot makes me not want to hang out and turns my mood sour. Huh.
- Mon, 18:38: So why don't you just back outta my face and let me forget about what a dick you are? Fuck you very much.
- Mon, 18:47: I hate how moody I am. Someone insults me, and I'm in a bad mood for the rest of the day. I hate other people.
- Mon, 18:49: I think that I could happily live in a world all my own. As long as there was food, warmth, and sanitation, I could be happy by myself
- Mon, 18:54: "I see a red door and I want it painted black. No colors any more, I want them to turn black."
- Mon, 18:54: "I see the girls walk by, dressed in their summer clothes. I have to turn my head until my darkness goes."
- Mon, 18:56: "I look inside myself and see my heart is black. I see my red door I must have it painted black."
- Mon, 18:56: "Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts. It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black."