В голове микс из Реджины Спектор и ее 'Hero', Speak и сэлинджеровской Фрэнни.

"It isn't just Wally. It could be a girl, for goodness' sake. I mean if he were a girl--somebody in my dorm, for example--he'd have been painting scenery in some stock company all summer. Or bicycled through Wales. Or taken an apartment in New York and worked for a magazine or an advertising company. It's everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so-I don't know-not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and-sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much as everybody else, only in a different way."

Power to the people
We don't want it
We want pleasure
And the TVs try to rape us
And I guess that they're succeeding
And we're going to these meetings
But we're not doing any meeting
And we're trying to be faithful, but we're
Cheating, cheating, cheating
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Dave Petrakis is my new hero.

It's time for a mental health day. So conjugate this: I cut class. You cut class. He/she/it cuts class.

There is no point talking to my ex-friends. Our clan the plain Janes has been absorbed by rival groups. Nicole hangs out with the jocks. Rachel went all Euro. Ivy straddles two crowds: the Goths and the Marthas. And then there's me. I'm clanless.

Dave Petrakis invited me over to do lab homework. I said no. No thanks. I just... I can't.

All that crap you hear on TV about communication and expressing feelings is a lie. No one really cares what you have to say.

It happened. There's no avoiding it. No forgetting.

Купила еще томик Твена. Niiice.)