This is freaking me out a lot, that this book hasn't clicked for me yet. It's because there's no third person omniscient and no stream of consciousness. I haven't a thing to go on. I feel weak. I feel like I shouldn't even be saying anything about how I feel because no one wants to hear me complain because it's annoying and not becoming and since when do I feel so immature? Since when is my character constantly called into question? Since when can I not come up with sarcastic rebuttals? Since when do I get hurt? I'm not completely spineless, but once in a while, think about what if he said that to you? I hate this side of vulnerability. Is it weird that I'd rather hang out with just you tonight than everyone and everyone else? It's weird. Okay. Okay the end.

"I'm sorry. When I'm not on my meds I ask a lot of questions." Thank you society for ruining his right to curiosity.