I just want to tell everyone the truth about me. Um... in the spring, I was admitted to a mental home because I kept trying to hurt myself. I'm actually mad. And I do really weird things like... I turn light switches on and off in divisions of eight. I've... I've cut myself. I burn myself with hot water. Well, I used to. And I've got this really funny relationship with the larder in our house where my mum keeps sweets and biscuits and crisps, and all the things that we shouldn't eat. Sorry, Mum. And I keep a diary of all my thoughts. And most of the time, I don't even think about what I'm writing. Like when I write about my friends when they make me angry. But it doesn't mean that I don't love them. And, you know, I write a lot about boys. I fantasise quite a lot about doctors, teachers, actors, pop stars, any man that I've come in contact with anywhere, really. But... Well, some more than others. So, um, well, that's the truth. So, thanks. Thanks for listening.