I don’t care what they think about it. She is the only girl for me. I love her with all my heart. I feel things for her that I’ve never felt for anybody before. I love her. I love her. I love her. I hate her. How could she do this to me? She can’t laugh at me like that. She can’t make fun of me in front of all of my friends. And my parents, oh, Jesus H. Christ, my parents, I mean how dense can they really be? I was just, oh my God, I was just, I mean, Jeeeez, how could they SAY things like that? I wish they woud just go away or stay in the den and never talk to me again. I wish they would just leave me alone. I wish I could leave, just run away and never come back. I could do it. I could. I could grab some clothes and a steal a little money from my dad’s wallet, just enough so he wouldn’t miss it right away. I could hop a bus to Texas or something and then call her and get her out there with me and get a job and find a place to live and she could come out there and nobody would bother us and we’d finally be alone and happy and….but shit! She just flirted with that guy tonight at the taco place and she looked like she liked it and shit! What was I supposed to think? What did she think I would think? What was I supposed to do? I wish my hair was longer aad down in my face. I wonder if she saw the tattoo. Christ, it’s got her birthdate on it and everything. If we break up I’ve got this crappy tattoo with her name on my arm and Jeeeesus, what will I…
Psychiatrist: “Mike? I’m Dr. Smith. Could you tell me what brought you to the emergency room tonight?”
Fourteen year old Mike, head hanging low, no eye contact: “Nothin.”
What did Mike teach me?
Always pay attention to what is not being said.