Like I’m on the verge of just blowing up. All the stress and pressure and anxiety just bubbling up.
Don’t kill yourself, okay?
You have a chemical imbalance, that is all. If you were a diabetic, would you be ashamed.
See, because being Cool is obviously the most important thing on earth. It’s more important than getting a job, or having a girlfriend, or political power, or money, because all those things are predicated by Coolness.
SUICIDAL IDEATION. That would be a good band name, I think.
I shrug. I don’t really need to explain this to Aaron. He’s been demoted from most important friend to friend, and he’s going to have to earn that, even. And you know what else? I don’t owe people anything, and I don’t have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.
Yeah, and she’s really screwed up, as screwed up as me, but I don’t look at that as an insult. I look at that as a chance to connect.
If Bobby can get a place to live, I think, then I can get a life worth living.
Forget the midlife crisis,” I say. “It’s all about the sixth-life crisis.
We all live within time. It rules us.
It is five in the morning. I have woken up without any alarm. I have woken up because the thoughts are so loud, and none of them mean me well.
Who hasn’t thought about killing themselves, as a kid? How can you grow up in this world and not think about it?
At least I’m giving someone an example not to follow.
I was already obsessed. The test had offended me by giving me questions I couldn’t answer. I intended to kill it.
Well, my dad died when I was three.” Shoot. That’s right. Some of us have actual things to complain about.
A doctor comes into 22. She has long, dark hair and a pudgy face and bright green eyes. “Hey.” “I’m Dr. Data.” “Dr. Data?” “Yes.” Huh. I want to ask her if she’s an android, but that wouldn’t be very respectful; and besides, I’m not up to it.
They take away your options and all you can do is live, and it’s just like Humble said: I’m not afraid of dying; I’m afraid of living. I was afraid before, but I’m afraid even more now that I’m a public joke.
Bobby sips his coffee. “If there wasn’t coffee on this earth, I’d be dead.
I smile to myself. I have a secret: I wish I was Dumbo the Octopus.
But it suddenly makes sense: I’d like to be under the sea, as an octopus.