stargirl

"That's okay. I lose myself. It's just my oddball way of accounting for someone I don't really understand any more than you do."

I wonder, but I don't despair.

The answer is yes. I'm giving up on trying to be popular and normal

I had seen her sad many times before, but always for someone else. This was different. This was for herself, and I was powerless to help. I could not find it in me to cheer up the cheerleader.

She looked magnificently, wonderfully, gloriously ordinary.

"I don't know," she said dimly at last. "I didn't think. I just did."

There was laughter, there was fun, but it skipped over me like a flat stone on water.

I wanted her. I wanted them. It seemed I could not have both, so I did nothing. I ran and hid.

I felt spotlighted on a bare stage.

I saw. I heard. I understood. I suffered. But whose sake was I suffering for?