 You were bad, bad news, you called them crazy. God, I hate the way I called them crazy too. You're so convincing. I delight without friendship. I delight, I delight, I delight. But I'm mesmerizing, paralyzing, tragically thrilled. Can't figure out just how you do it. And God knows I never will. And for me and not her. First girls your age know better, I think.