Mickey holds up the soggy paper. DIE. Don't you die.

Dear Ellis, I have something really fucking angelic to tell you.

That's the pathetic thing about high school. Everyone tries so hard to be something they aren't. It's gotten so I don't know who I am, so how can I even try to be who I am, much less who I'm not?
My problem is that I don't even fit in with the misfits.
I don't fit anywhere.

I'm a giant pimple on the face of humanity.

He says to us: They don't really do anything. Then he adds: But of course there is not a lot for them to do.

Most important in a friendship? Tolerance and loyalty.