I'm a broken down car, stuck in the garage waiting being serviced, knowing it's the end of the road.

Allies death has hitted me hard, he was the only one who wasn't a phoney. I miss him. I'm going mad, well I've gone mad, a depressed mad person! The thrill.

Allie was perfect, he was a good lad. I've still got a lasting memory of him; i've still got his baseball mitt. I can see him playing baseball. He was popular and a sensitive boy.

Maybe Allie's death hit me too hard and maybe that's why I'm doing crap at school.