Angelica [Spoken]: September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary: I believe I’m a good person. Ya know, I think there’s good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year. I look around at all these kids I’ve known all my life and I ask myself: What happened?

KIDS: Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser! Lard-ass!

Angelica: We were so tiny, happy and shiny, playing tag and getting chased.

KIDS: Freak! Slut! Loser! Shortbus!