Sorry it's late! Also, I couldn't resist using the title in his narrative.
Nineteen more blocks.
It's very boring to walk in the rain. I think about a lot of stuff, mainly how much I'd love to punch Dustin in the nose. And then it would break and he'd sue me and I'd win. At first, the jury would think I'm a monster, but I'd put him on the stand, and, one by one, sway them onto my side.
Of course, that would never happen because nobody really likes me.
Beleive me, I've tried. I'm really cool, I am, but everyone's just a stupid baby. And if I say something sarcastic to someone I get in trouble, but they do something to me and frumpy old Mrs. Cohen doesn't beleive me. And everybody knows that's what happens and
"It's the loneliest feeling in the world to find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down. To have everybody look at you and say, 'What's the matter with him?' I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away. But all you have to do is knock on any door and say, "If you let me in, I'll live the way you want me to live, and I'll think the way you want me to think," and all the blinds'll go up and all the windows will open, and you'll never be lonely, ever again." -Henry Drummond
Everybody knows I'll never say that enless I'm quoting that part of the book, and they tease me for saying it like that. And so that's why I want to punch Dustin, and everybody knows I would, and they're hanging off the edge of their seats for me to do it so they can tear me to shreds.
Seventeen more blocks.
My shoes are completely caked with mud. I could wipe them off, but I don't see the point, I'm almost done with May now, I just need to walk through June.
Then I won't have to listen to a bunch of idiots calling me a freak.