...The one I am set to marry, is not the one I love...

Sometimes I'll see a happy family, and it'll make me want to cry because the memories of my own family are so miserable.

When my father died, I tried to commit suicide by running my car into a tree on an impulse. Obviouslly, it didn't work. I broke my nose, and broke my arm. I told everyone I swerved to avoid a fox. Since, then I've gotten my life back together, but I never told anyone what really happened.

Sometimes I just want to yell for no reason at all.

When I know my neighbors wife isn't home, I sometimes undress in front of the open window between our houses. It started as an accident, but now it just excites me.