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(Hands clapping)

* Oh, you
* You

* With those tongue
and lips

* Let me taste

* Your bitter kiss

* Oh, you
* You

* With those seasoned eyes

* Let me walk

* Inside your smile

* All my nerves
are tearing me down

* Won't you just come over here
and take away this frown

* 'Cause I can't sleep
* Tight

* I don't see
* Right

* I won't feel
* Right

* Until you're mine
* Mine

* I can't sleep
* Tight

* I don't see
* Right

* I won't feel
* Right

* Until you're mine
* Mine

* Oh, you
* You

* Just walk away
* Walk away

* Before I break down
and cave

* Oh, you
* You

* It's just not fair

* How you kill me
with just one stare

* All my nerves
are tearing me down

* Won't you just come over here
and lick away this frown

* 'Cause I can't sleep
* Tight

* I don't see
* Right

* I won't feel
* Right

* Until you're mine
* Mine

* I can't sleep
* Tight

* I don't see
* Right

* I won't feel
* Right

* Until you're mine
* Mine

* Can't sleep tight

* Don't see right

* Won't feel fine

* Until you're mine

* Can't sleep tight
* Can't sleep tight

* Don't see right
* Don't see right

* Won't feel fine
* Won't feel fine

* Until you're mine
* Until you're mine

* Can't sleep tight
* Can't sleep tight

* Don't see right
* Don't see right

* Won't feel fine
* Won't feel fine

* Until you're mine
* Until you're mine

* Can't sleep tight

* Don't see right
* Be mine, baby

* Won't feel fine
* Be mine, baby

* Until you're mine

* Until you're mine
* Can't sleep tight

* Don't see right

* Until you're mine

KATIE, NARRATING:
When I decided
at the last minute

to take a year off
before college,

I told my mom it was
because I had no idea

what I wanted to do
with my life.

She pretended she didn't want
to strangle me.

But sweetie, that's the whole
point of college:

is to figure out
what you want to do,

to find out what you're good at,
to discover your bliss.

But what if I don't discover it
until junior year,

and it has nothing to do with
the classes I've already taken?

I'd have to start over.

Or what if my bliss is something
I don't even need college for?

(Typing)

WOMAN:
I'm not going to lie to you,
Katie. I'm concerned.

Why? Tons of kids defer.

You're not tons of kids.

You're one complicated girl
who's been through a lot.

You need structure.

Are you saying that college
is the only place

that I can get structure?

Because if so,
Miss Matsuo...

Katie.
I'm serious.

Here's something.

Why don't you start a diary.

Or a blog?

Why?

It's a daily
time commitment.

It'll keep your
verbal skills sharp.

And it'll force you
to be introspective.

What a wonderful idea.

I was just lying
to escape her vegan breath.

At least that's what I thought
at the time.

But I guess not.

What the fuck?

Here I am blogging.

Anyway, I'm going to start
by telling you a secret,

something I've never
told anyone.

The real reason I'm taking
a year off is because of a guy,

an older one.

A man.

And he's the most amazing...

Shit, got to go.

*

* You don't know
what I'm gonna do

* Or what I see in you

* You're obsessed

* With my little red dress

Boo!
(Children screaming)

* But you don't care
if I'm a mess, now do you?

Boo!

* Do you?

* Do you?

* Do you?

Boo!

You're late.

You noticed.

Dan and I have one
strict rule:

we don't talk
about his girlfriend...

or my boyfriend.

Dan teaches film at a really
good community college,

so we only watch
serious cinema.

(Man shouting in German on TV)

I feel smarter
just being around him.

One of the best things
about my year off

is that I get to continue
my education.

(Both breathing heavily)

He never asks
for anything in return.

He just wants me to relax
and enjoy it.

(Birds tweeting)

(Children speaking indistinctly)

(Children laughing)

(Crow cawing)

GIRL:
Dad?

(Shuddering)

(Both panting)

You always hold back
in the end.

(Laughing):
I'm sorry.

(Chuckling)

It's your loss.

(Exhaling)

Have, uh-- I got some news.

I'm, uh, moving closer
to campus.

Why?

Look at this dump.
It's ridiculous.

Looks like I'm still
in grad school.

Well, did you already
find a place?

Yeah. It's great.

And they'll let me move in
on the 15th

(Exhaling)
Well, where is it?

It's like a half-hour away.

We're not going
to see each other again.

Of course we will.

Come on, don't be so
melodramatic.

No, you're not going to want
to come pick me up

and then drive me
to your place,

and then back to mine
a few hours later.

That's like two hours
in the car.

(Sighing):
And someone might see us.

Come on, you know
I'm right.

(Sighing)

If my dad would just
buy me that car he promised me,

then I could--
I could come see you--

Listen, listen,
listen, listen.

We're going
to work it out, okay?

We'll work it out.
I promise you.

Come on.

(Breathing heavily)

(Zipper rasping)

Shit.

(Gasping)

I'd never
touched him before.

I was always too scared.

He came so hard.

He'll definitely call me
after he moves.

CAROLINE:
So don't you think it's time
to stop loafing and get a job?

I'm not loafing,
I'm blogging.

CAROLINE:
Since when?

Last week.

CAROLINE:
What's your blog called?

KATIE:
Not telling.

And you won't find out,
because I use a fake name

and I'm changing lots
of little details of my life.

Why?

Because if there was even
a one in googol chance

of anyone figuring out
it was me,

then I wouldn't
tell the truth.

And what's the point
of having a blog

if you're just going to lie?

(Door opening)

Hey, babe.

Why do you
call her that?

She's 46.

(Sighing)

What is on the agenda
for today, hmm?

TV? Internet?

Maybe a good, long nap?

I'm getting a job.

The grill or the fryer?

Ha-ha.

Neither.

Something stimulating
that pays extremely well.

MAN:
This may come
as a shock to you, kiddo,

but the economy
is in the toilet.

There's 20 applicants
for every job.

You underestimate
my powers, Earthling.

Today, a reader sent me one
of those annoying self quizzes,

which are just a sad excuse
to talk about yourself.

What's your
favourite number?

69.

Sometimes 96.

Have you ever kissed someone
and regretted it?

Yes. Tom Lovelace,

who was 16 when I was 11.

My fist tongue kiss.

It felt like a worm.

* I want it all to end

* Being loved by you

* Hold me now

* Make it stop

* The butterflies
won't go away

Do you believe
in the horoscope?

No. Sagittarians never do.

* I am lost

* Make me found

Stop right there!

Don't even put it up.

Have I got
the girl for you?

Is that so?

Come in.

What happened
to Jonas?

I bought him out,
lock stock and barrel.

You have so many
more books.

I used to buy my dad

his birthday and
Christmas presents here.

He's a sports writer.

Well, he used to be.
Now he just drinks.

(Chuckling)

Sam Johnson's Book Shop.
Nice to meet you, Sam.

No, I'm not Sam.
He died a long time ago.

Dr. Samuel Johnson wrote the
first great English dictionary.

Is he your hero?

Among many.

Are you a lover of books?

I could be.

Glenn Warburg.

Katie Kampenfelt.

Three days a week,
$12 an hour.

Wow!

And it's butt-easy.

All I have to do
is help customers

while Glenn runs
the online business.

Sweetie, I got to hand it
to you, that was fast.

You did it.

KATIE:
Yup, I am indeed impressive.

Does Glenn have
a last name?

Warburg.

Is he married?

Why? You think
he only hired me

so he could have
sexual intercourse with me?

It crossed my mind.

Your moustache
is heinous.

I've only been blogging
for 16 days,

but I already get between 450
and 500 discreet visitors a
day.

The most popular search terms
that people use to find me

are "high school,"
"college,"

"blond," "sex,"
and "oral sex,"

which means many of you
are lonely, disgusting pigs.

I also know a lot of you
are just normal people

who want to read the true-life
confessions of a tee--

(Knocking at door)
What?

It's me.

Come in.

Boyfriend invasion.

Stand by.

I thought you had
band practice.

Casey had a midterm.

(Gasping)

MAN 1, OVER TV:
You know, Wong, I don't know
which is worse.

Watching you eat
or watching you at work.

MAN 2:
I'm perfectly able to do
anything I want...

KATIE, NARRATING:
None of you care
that I cheat on Rory,

but for some reason you hate
that it's with an older guy

who has a girlfriend.

Well, I had no clue
about Martina

until after the third time
Dan and I fooled around,

and I found her birth control
in a bathroom drawer.

By then it was too late.

(Laughing)

I was in it.

(Breathing heavily)

(Grunting)

Hold on...

Oh, God.

(Panting)

Oh, wow,
you're so hot.

Oh, God, I love you.

Oh, God. Oh!

Oh, God-- Ah!

Oh!

(Both panting)

I think I just came.

(Both laughing)

Was I supposed
to pull out?

Six o'clock.

Hey, so it is.

$288 cash with a two-dollar bill
for good luck.

Good first week?

Amazing.

And I almost finished Who Has
Changed and Who Is Dead.

Thank you
for the recommendation.

You're very welcome.

You know, it's the first book
I've read since second grade

that was-- You know, like,
wasn't for school.

Yeah, that's the way it is
these days, I guess.

So sad.

I know.

I can't imagine life
without great books.

It's as close to the angels
as I get.

What do you mean?

Well, for me, reading
is a transcendent experience.

Hmm.

What does that mean,
exactly?

What, "transcendence"?

It means beyond
the physical realm.

It's a spiritual
experience.

I get it from great literature,
great paintings,

classical music,
all the arts.

What about
classical art films,

like Fellini or Buñuel?

Sure.

Cool.

* I knew it from the start

* You would break my heart

* But I fell for you

* No matter how hard
I try

* Change what's inside

* You are all I need

Dan didn't even call
to say goodbye.

* You're the fire
in my heart

If I don't get a car now,
I'll never see him again.

(Indistinct chattering over TV)

Look at the size
of that blue-gummed dummy.

(Turns TV off)

So, what's up?

Well, it's been really,
really hard

ever since all my friends left
to go to college.

And I just--

I've been sitting at home
all the time.

I have no ride.

I can't get anywhere.
And I'm just--

Tell the witch
to buy you a car.

No, she won't do it.

She thinks I'm so much
like you,

she thinks I'm just going
to drink a bunch of beers

and hit a tree.

Sanctimonious cunt.

If she had her way
we'd all be drinking holy water.

Out of the pope's
jockstrap.

Did you come up with that?

No, you did.

No wonder.

(Chuckling)

What about peckerhead?
Why can't he squire you around?

Well, because we broke up
last night.

How come?

He's been pressuring me to,
you know,

like, go all the way,

and I'm just
not ready yet.

Shit. Must have done
something right.

Daddy...

my whole life,
you said you would buy me a car

when I graduated.

Please keep
your promise.

Please, Daddy,
just this once.

Please.

And you promised me you'd stay
my little angel forever.

You'd never grow up.

Now look at you.

Tits and everything.

(Cell phone vibrating)

MAN, OVER PHONE:
Hey, uh, Joel Seidler here.

I'm not sure
if you remember me.

I'm tall and muscular,
and I played football.

No, wait,
that's my diametric opposite.

I'm the short, depressed Jew
who tutored you in math.

Anyway, I'm a senior
at Princeton now,

and I'm taking
a semester off.

I heard that you were around.
Call me or text me, whatever.

GIRL, OVER PHONE:
I'm back, bitch!

(Laughing)

KATIE, NARRATING:
Thank God Jade's home

from visiting her grandmother
in Greece.

Jade's pretty much
my only female friend now.

There was a rumour last year
that Jade and I were dykes.

I have no idea why.

I want your tits!
I want your ass!

I want your skin!

I want your ass!

I want your ass!

* I'm finding it true

* When I'm hanging
around you

* I think it's easy
to say

* My boyfriend
is in junior high

* His real age is just
one big lie

* I wish I would have
known that...

JADE:
If he lived here, let's face it.

We'd end up hating
each other's guts.

This way it stays
perfect forever.

KATIE:
You fall in love every time
you go on vacation.

(Jade laughing)

(Inhaling deeply)

I know. I'm a rock star.
(Laughing)

I met him like
my second day in Corfu.

I told you
Dan moved away, right?

Yeah.

He hasn't called me since.
It's humiliating.

You didn't fool around
with him, did you?

(Laughing):
No! Hello!

He's 32 and he has
a girlfriend.

And you have
fucking Rory.

* Lick my lips

* I'm mouthwatering

* Take a sip

* Pretty please

* I'm begging
for some honey

* Indulge me

* Baby, got me going
'Cause you looking so--

KATIE, NARRATING:
I can't believe you're all
really out there.

I'm used to only being famous
in my own mind.

(Pop music playing)

What are you doing?

Oh, nothing.
Just wasting time.

(Knocking at door)

Come with me.

What's wrong?

Just come. Not you.

And put some clothes on.
We have neighbours.

(Gasping)

Dad's dead, isn't he?

MAN:
Bad news, hon.

Your starting salary just didn't
past the smell test with me,

so I had a friend of mine in
law enforcement do some digging.

Is this your boss?

Glenn's a rapist?

Sexual assault's
a much broader category.

The particulars can vary,

but, yeah, it's basically
sexual contact without consent.

You have to quit your job
right away.

What am I
supposed to say?

Hmm. Start with this.

My mom's boyfriend has a partner
at a really big law firm.

She thinks it'll look impressive
on my résumé

if I ever want to be
an attorney, which I might.

So I really have to quit.

GLENN, OVER PHONE:
Oh, I'm so disappointed.

So am I, really.

You're a very special girl,
Katie, and a joy to be around.

And I'll miss you.

Thanks. You too.

Bye, Glenn.

Do you have
some clean underwear?

(Cell phone vibrating)

Please be Dan.
Please, please, please be Dan.

Please be Dan.

Hello?

MAN, OVER PHONE:
Catherine?

Katie, actually.

I don't know
if you remember me.

My name's Paul Spooner.

I interviewed you
for admittance to Tufts.

Oh, no, of course
I remember you.

Hello, Paul.

Oh, you know, I got in.
I just decided to defer a year.

I know. That's actually
why I'm calling.

You don't by any chance
need a job, do you?

That is so, so weird.

I had one until, like,
10 days ago,

but then I had to quit.

My boss turned out to be
a convicted sex offender.

That's terrible.

Well, even more terrible for
the gal he sexually offended.

(Laughing):
Yeah.

(Chuckling)

I got a new job!

Hey, can I
call you back?

That's wonderful.

What is it?
I'm a nanny.

I get paid $12 an hour,
and I get the use of a car.

A car! I get a Volvo!

I'm getting a Volvo!

What?

What's with the face?

Well, did you tell him
you have no experience?

Of course not.

Honey.
What?

What? What?!

Why are you
so fucking negative?!

*

Catherine.
Katie.

Oh, my God,
you are so cute and tiny.

Come in.
I'm Margaret Spooner.

It is a pleasure
to meet you.

You are a godsend.

Oh, cool.

You have no idea.
I'll show you around.

This house is amazing.

Oh, thank you.
I'm an interior designer,

so love it.

You just missed Paul.
He works for a big hedge fund,

so he travels all the time,
but he'll be back on Friday.

So Paul said that you have
some experience with newborns.

Oh, not much, but yeah.

Well, I had zero
when Kyle was born.

Okay, you smell that?

That is newborn poop.

Kind of like butter popcorn when
they're nursing, which Kyle is.

Go ahead.
Your first lesson.

Pick him up.

Really?
Yeah.

Just make sure
you cradle his head.

That's it.

You got it.

(Sighing)

Hi.

He likes you.

KATIE, NARRATING:
Stop being mad at me
for not posting.

I had a very busy week learning
how to take care of a baby.

(Typing)

KATIE:
Hey!

Hey, super nanny
Katherine Kampenfelt.

(Laughing):
How was your flight?

It was interminable.
Where's Maggie?

Feeding Kyle.

Come on,
let's get reacquainted.

So tell me everything.
How was your first week?

It was awesome.
Hmm.

Margaret is such
a great teacher.

Kyle is such a good baby.

Way more mature
than my boyfriend.

(Laughing)

I can't tell you how relieved
I am this worked out.

Remember how much fun we had
at our interview?

Honestly,
not really.

I thought Tufts
was just my safety school.

Well, that explains
why you were so cocky.

Hey.

Hi, sweetie.
Hi.

Ow.
Oh, sorry.

Your pay.

Yeah, but it's only 3:15.

Oh, um, okay.

Well, I'll see you guys
Monday.

MARGARET:
Remember when my ass
looked like that?

Bye.

KATIE, NARRATING:
Last night was the fifth
Friday in a row

that Dan didn't call me.

And since
I'm not allowed to call,

text or even e-mail him,

there's nothing I can do.

My grandmother once told me,

"Never make a big decision
while you're bleeding,

because there's a pretty good
chance you're nuts."

But I don't care.

I'm tired of waiting.

(Funky upbeat music playing)

(Turning music off)

Hi.
Hey.

I have an evil scheme.

My favourite kind.

(Phone line ringing)

Oh, God,
please answer the phone.

I did not know
you were religious.

Only when I'm jonesing
for a bonesing.

WOMAN, OVER PHONE:
Hello?

(Speaking Spanish)

Wrong number.

(Laughing):
Okay, what did you just say?

"Where's the clog
that we ate yesterday

at the beauty parlour
train station bathroom?"

Genius.
Yeah.

Okay, wrong numbers always
come in twos, right?

Right.

I have one more chance.
Maybe he'll answer.

Why does he let her
answer the phone?

She grabs it. She's this crazy,
jealous French bitch from hell.

That's why I can't
contact him.

(Phone line ringing)

DAN, OVER PHONE:
Hello?

Hey, it's me. Call me when you
get this. It's really important.

Okay, bye. Aah!

Got it!
(Laughing)

(Sighing)
Okay.

Want to watch some porn?

Bye, Jadey.

(Cell phone vibrating)

(Sighing)

(Cell phone vibrating)

Please don't be mad at me.

DAN:
I'm not.

Martine just ran out
to buy cigarettes. What's up?

I got a car.

A Volvo.

Hello?

Yeah.

I can come see you
whenever you want me to.

Remember what I did
last time?

How I touched you?

(Sighing)

I want to do it again.

But this time with my mouth.

Let me.

Please.

Wednesday, I'll text you
the address.

KATIE, NARRATING:
Paul made a ton of money today

because he predicted
a stock would tank.

He brought home Belgium
chocolates and champagne.

All day I was so excited
about my date with Dan

my heart felt like
it was going to explode.

I loved the whole world.

* You're calling me
on my phone

* It's 2:00 in the morning

* Boy, you just
ain't the type

* That a girl gonna hit
once or twice

* (Unclear)

DAN: We need protection.
KATIE: No. No, we don't.

Are you sure?

(Panting)

(Children laughing)

(Bird hooting)

GIRL:
Daddy!

(Sighing)

Cigarettes?
Since when?

Yeah.

It was a mistake.

Oh, come on.
One's not going to kill you.

No, I meant that.

Well, my period
just ended.

That's not
what I meant.

Is it my age?

You know my birthday's
at midnight.

Here's the thing.

I care about you a lot,

but--
Okay before you dump me,

let me say something.

Martine treats you
like shit

and I think you should
dump her

and go out
with me instead.

Now I know my age
freaks you out,

but we can do it
in a really cool, healthy way.

I promise.

I wouldn't have to meet
any of your friends,

and I wouldn't make you
meet my mom.

We could keep
the whole thing a secret.

It would just be us
right here,

making love
and watching art films.

And then when I go away
to college,

we break up
really maturely.

Stay friends forever.
It's perfect.

(Sighing)

It would be.

Is that a yes?

I can't.

Why?

Martine and I
are engaged.

Since the middle
of October.

What do you have with her
that you don't have with me?

(Sighing):
Katie...

Answer the fucking question.

There are just--

There are things that--
That people

close to each other in age
share.

Like what?
Martine and I

are intellectually
compatible.

KATIE:
Why did you have to fuck me
before you told me the truth?

You're such a liar!

So is that why you moved?

So you could
live together?

She lives here?

RORY:
Where were you?

What happened
to your study group?

It ended an hour ago.
Where were you?

A movie!

Is everything
all right?

Have you been
crying?

CAROLINE:
Rory, come down.

What did you see?

What?

The name of the movie,
what was it?

Sex With a Paranoid Guy.
It was a comedy.

Now go home,
you freak.

Where were you?

Fuck you!

(Grunting)

CAROLINE:
Are you okay?

He was older.

He's a 32-year-old guy,

and I'm madly in love
with him, okay?!

Did you have sex
with him?

You did.

(Grunting)

Hey, hey, hey!

Never hit a girl!

Never hit a girl!
Get the hell out of here!

Get out of here!
You want to go to jail?!

(Door closing)

(Breathing heavily)

You want to tell me
what that was about?

Just go, please.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Mark...

thanks.

KATIE:
Turns out they were engaged
the whole time.

They moved in together.

I'm such a retard.

Oh, sweetheart,

I wish you would have told me
about it sooner.

I could have warned you.

Never get mixed up
with someone

if there's a third party
involved.

You almost always lose.

You didn't sleep with him,
did you?

Of course not.

I'm sorry. Had to ask.

Aren't you going to wish me
a happy birthday?

Oh, sweetie,
I'm so sorry.

Happy birthday.

So, what do you want to do
to celebrate?

I don't know.

KATIE, NARRATING:
Thank God my name's
not really Katie

and I'm 100% invisible
to the world,

or I'd be so humiliated
by my life right now

I'd probably kill myself.

Do you stay friends
with your exes?

Only if they can handle us
being platonic.

Hasn't happened yet.

Do you pee
in swimming pools?

That's the only place.

What's your favourite thing
in your bedroom?

My heart.

What's your least favourite
thing in your bedroom?

My heart.

What are you listening to
these days?

A voice in my head telling me
that something wonderful

is going to happen
any minute.

It just has to.

MARGARET:
I know the prices
are outrageous,

but you just can't beat
the organic produce.

Absolutely. The meats
are to die for.
Oh, I know.

The other day
I got a leg of lamb.

I'm telling you
it was this big.

Hang on one second.
Is he down?

Yup, boom.

Oh, good.

Did I mention
you look adorable?

Oh, well,
I don't feel it.

Barely got two hours of sleep
last night.

Excitement about
Santa's arrival, or boy trouble?

KATIE:
Boy trouble.

Well, good riddance,
whoever he is.

You can do better.

Couldn't do worse.

I have a nephew.
Oh.

Onwards and upwards.
KATIE: Cheers.

I thought we were the bad guys.

MAN:
Well, no, no, no.

People are people.

You know, red, white, purple.

We're all shit.

You know what else
the Apache enjoyed?

Sodomy.

Most of Custer's
seventh brigade,

second cavalry,
they were found buck naked,

all torn up inside.

Well, Ollie, listen,
it's been a riot.

Cornflower blue.

You're a real blond,
aren't you?

Oh, yeah.

You're real naughty too.

Not tonight. Not-- Not--

Not feeling it tonight,
turtleneck, okay?

Now let me go
before I scream.

(Laughing):
Whoa!

(Imitating Indian war whoop)

PAUL:
You better slow down there.

That stuff will kill you.

I still have
to drive home.

You having fun?

At my own party?
Not a chance.

We've got to stop
meeting like this.

Maggie will get
suspicious.

Really?

*

* Snow is falling

* Do you hear those winter bells
ringing

* In this winter storm?

JOEL, OVER ANSWERING MACHINE:
Hey, uh, Merry Christmas Eve.

It's Joel again.

You never call me back,

so I assume you're either
really busy

or you hate Jews.

(Laughing)

So here's why
I keep calling.

The third week of school

I tried to jump
out of a dorm window.

And I remember you spent some
time at a mental hospital,

and I thought you might
be able to relate

to what I'm going through,
and then we could be friends.

My bad.

* Take it in, take it in

* And sing your Christmas song

* The world is changing

* Everything is painted
white and red

* And gold

* The stars are dangling...

Oh.

(Sniffing)

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Oh, Dad.

What did I do
to deserve this?

You knocked up Mom.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, these will keep
my nuts warm.

Thank you, kid.

How was dinner
with your family?

Oh, thank you for asking.

My--

Don't ever spend Christmas Eve
with old Hindus.

It was like Gunga Din meets
the Brothers Grimm.

I couldn't get out of there
fast enough.

(Doug chuckling)

Oh, here.

I know what
my baby girl likes.

Thanks.

It's beautiful.

DOUG:
I used to be your hero.

Bet you don't even
remember that, do you?

Not really.

I used to come home from work,
you'd just go crazy.

You'd grab my hand, show me your
latest Barbie or whatever.

Then the witch
kicked me out.

Right before Christmas, too.

You latched on
like a goddamn pit bull.

Wouldn't let go.

Seriously?

Screaming your lungs out.

I can't believe
I don't remember that.

(Turning TV on)

CROWD, OVER TV:
Happy New Year!

KATIE, NARRATING:
Right after Rory and I
broke up,

Jade found
a new boyfriend.

I had no one to celebrate with
last night.

(Knocking on door)

CAROLINE:
Honey? It's me.

Come in.

Oh, God.

Dad's dead?

Oh, my God!

Congratulations!

I don't even know
what to say.

She's marrying the moustache.

RORY, OVER PHONE:
Oh, no!

I knew you'd understand.

Come over, please.

Uh...

first I, uh,

I got to tell you something.

(Whispering):
Shit.

(In normal voice):
Hold on.

Okay, what?

Okay, um...

so the night we broke up
I took two sleeping pills.

And Jade was over trolling on
4chan with my roommates.

So, any resolutions?

Well, I found out my boyfriend's
boning my best friend.

I thought you and your boyfriend
broke up.

We did.
Now it's permanent.

I'm never going to speak
to either of them again.

Smart choice.

What about you?

I am going back to work
part-time.

Wow, really? So soon?

Yeah, well,
I feel great.

You know, I got my body back.
Why not?

Paul's pissed.

If he had his way
I'd stay home forever

and be a broodmare.

Do you know
what that is?

Like a sad horse.

Close, yeah.

One that does nothing
but give birth.

Do you want to have
more kids?

No.

(Cell phone vibrating)

(Laughing)

(Indistinct chattering)

How's it going?

Wow, you're even prettier
than I remember.

And you're just
as sweet.

Um...

I can't believe you finally
decided to hang out with me.

I hope I don't destroy
your social standing.

Stop it.

What made you finally
call me back?

Your text made me laugh.

Hey, you're legal, right?

Yeah.
You should order wine.

They won't card me here
if you do it.

So anyway,
long story short,

they've been fucking
ever since.

What a roll you're on.

I know. I have the worst luck
with guys.

Yeah, I would say
the worst taste.

I mean, you're the one
who picks them, right?

Yeah.

Anyway, it seems like your
problems go way beyond guys.

I mean, you're confused
about a lot.

Well, who isn't at our age?

And that's why
the most important thing

is to develop
self-awareness.

I'm pretty much the most
fucked-up person I know,

and I'm working really hard
to understand myself.

Are you?

Working really hard
to understand you?

Not really.

(Both laughing)
(Footsteps approaching)

WAITER:
When you're ready.

Right.

(Vibrating)

Hello?
(Woman sobbing over phone)

Who is this? Affie?

What is it?
Is it my dad?

Affie, what's wrong?!

DOCTOR:
You can see him now.

KATIE, NARRATING:
When he fell,

an artery in the sac
around his brain ripped open.

They fixed it
and stopped the bleeding,

but now all they can do
is wait and see.

(Machinery hissing
and beeping)

(Sniffling)

(Typing)

I used to pour my dad
his beers for him.

Even though I get how sad
and inappropriate that is,

at the time it made me feel
really special.

And I'm still an expert
at pouring beer

so that the foam
doesn't spill over.

Oh, uh, one more--

One more thing.

My dad and I, we used to play
this game together

when we were watching TV,

and I would ask him if I could
have some of his beer.

So he would reach over
to grab his mug,

and when he did
I would flop my mouth down

on his beer belly and...

(Lips sputtering)

And he would get all mad,
like I had tricked him.

And...

I would just
laugh my head off.

(Knocking)

Yes.

Hi, my name's Amy Graham.

I'm a student
of Professor Gallo's.

I hate bothering him at home,

but it's really,
really important,

and I lost
his phone number.

Oh, I'm sorry.
He's not home.

Darn it. Okay, okay.

Uh...

But I'll be happy
to give him a message.

Will you please tell him there's
been a death in my family,

so I can't finish
my paper on time.

Which paper?

The one he assigned.

All right. I'm sorry.

I mean, for your loss.

That's okay.

Merci.

Bye.

(Sighing)

(Heart beating)

KATIE, NARRATING:
During the week of work
I missed,

Margaret kept her resolution

and got a job redoing
a zillionaire's media room.

For the next month

she'll be working weekdays
from 9:00 to 3:00.

So Kyle doesn't get
too traumatized by the change,

Paul's going to eat lunch
at home every day.

Well, I can't believe
how okay you seem.

He had cirrhosis
for a long time.

I knew he was going to die.

I was pretty much
prepared for it.

(Chuckling)

The arrogance
of youth.

Don't say that.

No, no, I mean it
as a compliment.

An ironic one, but if young
people weren't so arrogant,

they'd really
be in trouble.

What do you mean?

Look, life kicks your ass.

If young people knew it,
they'd crawl into the basement

with a crack pipe
and never come out.

Wouldn't take risks
or fight for lost causes,

or even start a career.
I mean, why bother, right?

You think you're okay
with your dad's death?

Not a chance. It won't even
hit you that he's really gone

until you're in your 30's,

which happens to be the most
difficult decade of life.

That is when the shit
really hits the fan.

(Sighing)

What are you grinning at?

You.

Tell me more.

I want to know
everything.

MARGARET:
Hey, you haven't quit yet.

KATIE: Not yet.
MARGARET: See you later. Thanks.

KATIE: Yeah!
PAUL: Hey, hey. Hi, sweetie.

I'll be right back.

Here's your salary,
and a little something extra.

Thanks. Bye.

PAUL:
Bye.

PAUL:
"Dear Miss Kampenfelt,

"since you expressed
a desire today

"to learn more
about adult life,

"here are 10 bitter truths
for your reading pleasure.

"Number one: Complete honesty
is a complete lie.

"Two, marriage is sacred
only to those

"who have never
been married.

"Three, money is more integral
to happiness

than romantic love."

KATIE:
"Four, every human being
is a contradiction.

"Some hide it
better than others.

"Five, never underestimate
the tendency of human beings

"to act contrary
to their own best interests.

"Six, were it not for the fear
of getting caught,

"most of us would behave
like savages.

"Seven, all sex
has consequences,

most of them dire."

JOEL:
"The older you get,
the faster time flies

"until months pass
like days.

"There's no such thing
as living happily ever after.

Everything gets worse."

He wants to fuck you.

(Laughing):
He has, like,

the most perfect,
beautiful wife on the planet.

And that's why
it's not going to happen?

Because he doesn't want to?

What about you?

I would never do that.

You don't know me.

JOEL:
You're self-centered.

KATIE:
Ooh, news flash.

JOEL:
You're promiscuous.

KATIE:
I can't help it.

It feels good.

And plus,
I owe it to my fans.

JOEL:
You're an incipient alcoholic.

KATIE:
No, I'm not.

Hey, what does that mean again?

JOEL:
It means you're not an addict
yet, but you're well on the way.

KATIE:
Oh, okay.

JOEL:
I want to ask you something,

KATIE:
Mm-hmm.

JOEL:
You don't have to answer,

but were you molested
when you were little?

Because you remind me
of a friend of mine from school.

She was abused.

A little.

I mean,
it just depends on...

The summer before my parents
got divorced, I was like 6.

My dad had disconnected
the cable.

He was going to write
this book

on worst sports injures
in history,

and he didn't want
to be distracted.

That's a good idea
for a book.

Well, he never wrote it.

Anyway,
since we had no TV,

my mom sent me next door
to watch at the Solagee's.

And Mrs. Solagee
would always make me

these yummy prune
Hungarian cookies,

and I'd get to watch
cartoons.

But then when we were alone,

Mr. Solagee would put me
on his lap,

and he'd touch me.

He would squirm around
the whole time.

God.

You know, it actually felt
kind of good.

My friend Joel
thinks I need therapy.

What do you think?

He's probably right.

I agree.

Surprise, surprise.

I'll find you
someone good.

A lady, okay?

KATIE, NARRATING:
JulietIsDead wants to know
what Joel meant

when he said I was in
a mental hospital.

When I was 13 I stole
a bunch of my mom's Ambiens

and climbed in the window
of a 26-year-old lifeguard

I had a massive
crush on.

When he told me to go home,
I started crying hysterically

and locked myself
in his bathroom.

They kept me in the psych ward
for three days.

Been pretty much anti-therapy
ever since.

(Doorbell ringing)

And now I'm thinking that maybe
what Mr. Solagee did

really affected me.

Maybe that's why I like
older guys so much.

I just always that it was
because my dad was such a dick.

(Laughing)

I'd like you to write a letter
to Mr. Solagee.

He's really old.
He's probably dead.

It's not for him.

(Paul sighing)

PAUL:
Kyle had night terrors again
last night.

Even after I picked him up,

he cried for another
half-hour.

Scared the shit
out of us.

Well, what do you think's
causing it?

Well, I think it's that Maggie
went back to work,

but she doesn't want
to hear about that, of course.

So, what are you
going to do?

(Sighing)

Just give him
some extra love,

and hope that she comes
to her senses.

Hmm.

She's so lucky
to be married to you.

I don't know why she wants
to go back to work so quickly.

It's ridiculous.

(Sighing)

You know what?

It's not till tomorrow,
but what the hell?

Happy Valentine's Day.

It's a locket.

Until you have a kid
of your own,

I figured a picture of Kyle
will have to do.

Thank you. I love it.

God, you're beautiful.

(Door opening and closing)

KATIE:
So yeah, I mostly just hang out
with this kid, Joel Seidler.

He's kind of funny.

Look who it is.
Hey, honey.

What time did she say
the samples were coming?

Ha! No, no, no, no, no.

I need something way more
specific than that.

Yes, please call back.

All right, fine.
I'll call you back.

(Cell phone vibrating)

Well, hello.

DAN, OVER PHONE:
Hey, um...

Martine's out of town
for the weekend.

Hey, why didn't you tell me
your dad died?

Because I hate
your guts.

Oh, God!

(Panting and moaning)

Okay, slow down,
slow down.

I want it
to last longer.

You can do it.
You can.

You can.

(Both breathing heavily)

(Birds squawking)

(Both shuddering)

That was a big mistake.

Yeah.

I'm in love...

with somebody else.

Oh, and suddenly
age matters?

Yeah, it matters, because
I'm 14 years older then you.

I'm not 23. And I'm not married.
And I'm not your boss.

Why are you freaking out?
All we did was kiss.

Oh, stop. Stop pretending like
you don't know what's going on.

That's why he hired you.

He's a fucking scumbag.

And what are you?

You need help.

I know.

I'm in therapy.

Good, well, hope you tell him
all about Spooner.

It's a she.

And I didn't.

But I told her
all about you.

That's great.

Thanks.

Well, you can tell her this
next time you go:

you can tell her
that I ended it.

No more. We're not doing this
ever again, you understand?

One of us has to be
strong enough to end it.

Since I'm the adult
I guess it'll be me.

Don't call me again either.

Good morning!

Gotcha. Okay, so you--
So you don't like that.

I thought I didn't
want it to happen,

but maybe I did.

*

When I'm with him
I feel so special.

I forget everything.

CAROLINE:
Dear Dr. Sherman,

first off, I want to thank you
for making time

in your busy schedule
to see my darling Katie.

She really is something,
isn't she?

One of a kind, all right.

As much as she enjoyed
your session together,

I have decided to send her
to a different therapist,

one who specializes
in young women

and their many food-body
issues, a national epidemic.

Thank you so much
for your time.

(Typing)
Yours truly...

Caroline Kampenfelt.

(Cell phone vibrating)

JOEL, OVER PHONE:
Katie, Joel.

Hi.

I just wanted to tell you
that you're a monster.

I've been a really
good friend to you,

and this is how you repay me?
By never calling me back.

Besides me, how many
straight guys are there

in the whole world
who like you enough

to be your friend without there
being anything sexual?

I'll give you a hint:

zero.

I'm only three years
older than you,

but I'm so much smarter
it's ridiculous.

You have no inner life.

(Sobbing)

KATIE, NARRATING:
Why was I crying so hard?

Who cares what Joel
thought of me?

And then I thought,

Oh, wait,
maybe it's just hormones.

(Beeping)

(Inhaling and exhaling)

No, thanks.

Okay.

What's going on?

What do you mean?

You never say no.

Why not?

I'm pregnant.

Holy shit.

Stop.

I'm not keeping it.

And there's a decent chance
it's not yours.

Then why'd you even
tell me?

Because you wanted me
to get high.

Yeah, well, if you're just going
to kill it, why not get high?

I might change my mind.

Maybe.

Oh, man.

How many others
are there?

Two.

You're a fucking whore.

You're not even worth it!

(Door slamming)

WOMAN, OVER PHONE:
Hello?

I'm sorry, I might have
the wrong number.

I'm looking for Joel Seidler.

Who is this?

Katie Kempenfelt.

Oh, Katie.

You know he's clinically
depressed, right?

Of course.

We talk about it
all the time.

Well, he made
another attempt.

Pills this time.
Very female.

I was the one
who found him.

Worst moment of my life.

Is he okay?

Physically, yes.

Mentally, who the hell knows?

He's at St. Jude's.

Can I visit him?

No, honey we got to get
his chemistry

straightened out first.

Will you let me know
when he can have visitors?

Of course. Absolutely.

Thank you.

I'm so happy
you finally called.

(Sighing)

(Sobbing)

I can't believe
I miss him so much.

If only he had left
that silly card where it was.

What? What silly card?

I wasn't sure
whether to tell you.

What? What are you
talking about?

One day I was
cleaning the house,

and in his closet
I found the underwear

you gave him for Christmas.

I put them away and threw
the box in the trash.

Later, when your father
found out what I had done,

he was furious at me.

In the middle of the night,

he rose.

I asked him
where he was going.

He said, "To pick through
the garbage,

like your cousins
back in Calcutta."

I woke up minutes later.

The room was very cold.

I found the back door
wide open.

Your father
slipped in the dark

and fell on the way
to retrieve your card.

But he never even
opened my cards.

He didn't care
about those things.

That's precisely
what I thought.

But no.

I found them in his desk.

All from you.

*

* Fog tints the windows

* And clouds up the view

* Sits in the trees

* And hugs the sky too

* Mr. Blue Sky

* Greets his old friend

* Blankets the earth

* To brings the year's end

* There's a longing
in the air

* And something tells you

* That wintertime
is here

* The nostalgia
warms your heart

* And everything feels

* Right

(Knocking at door)

You have an appointment with
Dr. Sherman Saturday at 10:00.

I know you only
went once.

What?

That's non-negotiable.

(Blowing)
KATIE: Yay!

Happy birthday.
(Laughing)

Thank you. I love it.
Oh, good.

It's gorgeous.
Thank you so much.

Oh, come on.
You didn't have to do that.

I know.

Let's see.

Very cute.

(Laughing)

Aww, that's sweet.

Very sweet. Thank you.
(Kyle crying)

Whoa, looks like somebody
wants to join the party.

Oh, no, no,
I'll get him.

So, what's it like
being 43?

MARGARET, OVER INTERCOM:
Hi, honey. Shh.

Same as being 18.

Just, uh, when you get up,

your back is a little stiff,
that's all.

There we go.
Good boy.

(Laughing):
Oh.

God.

Just your back?
(Moaning)

This is your real present.

(Laughing):
Oh, yeah.

KATIE:
"To Paul on his 43rd birthday.

"Napping on the sofa,

"your baby boy napping
in his bouncing chair.

"Two separate lives,
lying so close for a while

"until you both wake up and
become father and son again.

"May you always
be like this.

"Sleeping close
and awaking close,

"sharing nearly
all of your lives.

I wish I could
share them too."

It's beautiful.

Really?
Yeah.

(Kyle crying)
MARGARET: Shh.

I'm sorry.

(Paper tearing)

It's okay, it's okay.

You understand, right?

I'm sorry.

It's going to be okay.

Okay.

Oh, God.

KATIE, NARRATING:
Being pregnant is like
being seasick,

and you can't
get off the boat.

The smell of bubble gum,
deodorant,

scented candles makes me want
to vomit from my toes.

(Groaning)

(Panting)

(Phone line ringing)

DAN, OVER PHONE:
Hello?

I'm pregnant.

And the baby's yours.

So I thought maybe
before I got an abortion,

you'd like to discuss it.

Dwayne, you know better.

You got to call me
during my office hours, okay?

Good night.
Wait...

(Cell phone beeping off)

(Screaming)

(Sobbing)

SHERMAN:
You don't need antidepressants,

because you're not
clinically depressed.

You're grieving.

There's a world
of difference.

Not just for your father.

KATIE, NARRATING:
When I was in the second grade
I liked to gross boys out

by eating flies and ants.

Even a daddy longlegs once.

In junior high
I stopped taking showers.

My mom would say,

"Why do you want to treat your
body with such disrespect?"

I had no idea why.

But now I do.

You probably thought
I forgot,

but I remember everything
you did to me.

Sometimes I thought
maybe you forgot.

But you were a grown man
at the time you molested me.

If you are a Christian,

and I think you are,

then you know
what awaits you.

Yours truly,
little Katie next door.

Katie.

Miss Matsuo.

How's the grand
experiment?

Excuse me?

Life without semesters?

Oh, it's great.

Good.

Actually,
I just lied to you.

It's really,
really hard.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

You know, I--
I think it's getting better.

I think I'm going
to be okay.

Well, you take care.

* Did you hear

* Where I was going,
my dear?

* Did you see me

* Walking down that road?

* And do you understand

* That my life
(Unclear)

* And no, baby

* You know I'm not
very old

Well, if it isn't one of my
favourite people in the world.

That's me.

What's wrong?

Just wanted
to come say hi.

I don't believe that.

Come on in. Tell me
what's going on with you.

I need some advice.

Okay.

But I want to talk to you
about something first.

I didn't quit
for the reason I said.

My mom's fiancé found out that
you're a convicted sex offender.

That occurred to me.

I wanted to tell you
the truth,

but my mom would have grounded
me until the end of time.

She was afraid for you.

Well, hello, I'm a girl.

But you're here now.

What changed?

I need your wisdom.

But I want to know
what your crime was.

Why?

I need to know.

(Glenn sighing)

It was a long time ago.

Please?

(Exhaling)

May I have one of those?

You smoke?

I'm what is known
in Nicotine Anonymous

as a periodic.

I start and stop.

Right now I'm undecided.

Have a seat.

Ah, there it is.

(Sniffing)

(Sighing)

Where do I begin?

When I was
your age, Katie,

I was a very angry,

nasty piece of work.

I was rarely
clean or sober.

I had hair down to here
and a full beard,

believe it or not.

And when I was 19 years old
I got busted for selling drugs.

So in order to avoid jail time
I enlisted in the Army.

And I just stayed high
all the time.

Well, surprise, surprise,
I get busted

and dishonourably discharged
and sent home.

And I stayed out of trouble
for a very long time,

until one night
I got shit-face drunk

and showed up at the house
of a woman I knew

who was a prostitute.

Not one that I could afford,

but she had a soft spot
for vets.

And the last thing
I remember was,

she pulled out a bottle of rum
and a tab of acid.

So when I woke up
in jail the next morning,

I had no choice but to take her
word for what happened.

And the word of the emergency
room doctor, of course.

(Sighing)

I did not rape her
in the way

that most people
would define that term,

but it was a very, uh,

cruel sexual assault,

and I paid the price.

Now, tell me
what's wrong with you.

I'm pregnant.

Hmm.

KATIE:
I'm just-- I'm too young
to have a baby.

And I know-- I know I should
get an abortion.

But days keep passing by,

and I don't make
the appointment.

(Sighing)

I just-- I think I'm scared
to go alone.

I think it's more
than that.

I think you're afraid
to go at all.

And for good reason.

Because if you do this,

there's no telling how
you'll feel about it later.

You're afraid
you'll regret it.

Maybe.

But, you know,
very few people

ever regret
having had a child.

Is that true?
Absolutely.

You want some more wisdom?
No extra charge.

Please.

Stop drinking
and smoking immediately.

And you must never see
any of these men ever again.

Dump Paul?

No, no, he'll freak out.

Please, please, Katie,
listen to me.

When a married man

is having an affair
with a beautiful, young girl,

no matter how much
he feels for that girl,

he's always relieved
when it's over

because he knows he's been
playing a dangerous game,

and he's lucky
to escape alive.

He doesn't love me?

Not the way you think.

But if I dump Paul,

then I lose my job.

Well, you could always
come back and work here.

Yeah, my mom
would kill me.

You don't need
her permission anymore.

You're an adult.

She'd kick me out
of the house--

You know what?
There just happens to be

an empty room
above my garage,

and you're welcome to it,
rent-free.

You have to start making
your own decisions, young lady.

Now, come on.
I got to close up.

And I'll give you a lift.

Read any good books lately?

KATIE:
No. not even a bad one.

But I've sort of been writing.

I thought you'd be proud
that I have a blog.

I like that it's creative
and that it's verbal.

What I don't like
is that it's public.

Your generation
is addicted to attention.

(Keys rattling)

I know.

It's like we all want
to be famous,

even though we're not good
at anything.

Precisely.

You sure I can't
give you a lift?

I like to walk.

All right, then.

Thanks for all
the advice.

You're welcome.

Something else
you might consider.

I can understand
how you feel,

how you think you're not ready
to be a mother.

But have the baby anyway.

What's the harm?

I'll raise it as my own, and you
can come and go as you please.

You can be as much of a mother
as you care to be.

(Car alarm chirping)

If I don't do
what you want me to,

then could I still work here
and live with you?

Of course.

*

KATIE, NARRATING:
I want to thank everyone
who wrote to tell me

I'm a baby killer even though
I haven't even decided

what I'm going to do yet.

(Bathwater running)

(Turns water off)

If I move in with Glenn,

it's the beginning
of my adult life.

On my own for the first time.

It's a perfect time
to stop blogging.

Can I do it?

Just live without
describing everything I do?

Can I cancel my reality show
and become a better person?

Do human beings ever dream
a whole new life

and make it come true?

Or do they always go back
to the way they were?

I guess there's only one way
to find out.

Say goodbye to all of you
and just live.

Really live.

CAROLINE:
My name is Carol Granthum.

I'm the mother
of Amy Granthum,

whom you know
as Katie Kampenfelt.

A few minutes after posting
her final blog,

someone called Amy
from a blocked number.

The call lasted
a minute and 38 seconds.

A few minutes later

Amy got in her car,
drove away

and never came back.

No one's seen
or heard from her since.

She hasn't withdrawn
any money from the bank

or even used
her cell phone.

The police believe the person
who called Amy that night

could very well hold the key
to her whereabouts.

(Typing)

I'm writing because
I need your help.

Please keep reading.

I have hired
a private investigator.

He's questioned everyone
in Amy's life.

He showed them her blog.

To hide her identity,
she changed names and details.

(No audio)

Her boyfriend Aiden

says everything
Amy wrote about him is true.

He has a terrible temper,

but he insists that he would
never harm her.

Dan is not actually
a college professor.

He manages a video store.

He says Amy's description
of their relationship

was mostly accurate,

but that she never told him
she was pregnant.

The couple she works for

dispute only the most important
fact of the blog.

The husband denies
any sexual involvement.

Jake Seidler
is devastated.

He regrets the cruelty
of his last voice message.

Amy's best friend Noelle
is a drug addict.

She has a blocked
phone number,

but she says
that she did not call Amy

on the night
she disappeared.

Roy Olson, her boss,

says word Amy wrote
about him is true

except that he never offered
to raise her child.

If any of you exchanged e-mails
or phone calls with Amy

in which she shared
any information

that might help us
to locate her

please, please write
to me here.

Amy is a wonderful girl
with a remarkable spirit.

She's my life,
my whole heart.

Since her disappearance,

on nights when
I can't sleep

I read and reread
Amy's postings.

I read all of your e-mails
and comments too,

even the most
vicious of them.

I ask myself: Who would want
to hurt my daughter?

I hear the answer:

everyone.

* I did my time,
I stood in line

* I waited for so long

* Stand in circles

* Sitting duck

* I finally
jumped this pond

* Now I get
this year to live

* I'm going
to live it well

* 'Cause I want something
new to give

* In my life's
show-and-tell

* I'm gonna try things,
I'm gonna go there

* Gonna take this
all the way

* Test my limits,
I'm gonna wing it

* And there's nothing
you can say

* So here I go
with an open heart

* 'Cause...

* Right now my life starts
bum-ba-dum

* Bum-bum-bum-ba-dum

* Da-da-da-da-da-da
da-da-da

* Bum-ba-dum

* Bum-bum-bum-ba-dum

* Da-da-da-da-da-da
da-da-da

* Time to go off on my own

* It's finally my turn

* It's my turn

* No right or wrong

* 'Cause from now on

* The stakes
are how I learn

* Hm-hmm

* And now I get this year
to live

* I'm going to live it well

* 'Cause I want something
new to give

* In my life's
show-and-tell

* I'm gonna try things,
I'm gonna go there

* Gonna take this
all the way

* Test my limits,
I'm gonna wing it

* And there's nothing
you can say

* Oh, whoa

* So here I go
with an open heart

* 'Cause...

* Right now my life starts

* Oh, whoa

* But I know
you're scared

* And it's tough to bear

* That your little girl
just walked out the door

* She's gone, she's gone

* But it's time to see

* The bad girl is me

* And I just (Unclear)
little anymore

* Oh, whoa

* I'm gonna try things,
I'm gonna go there

* Gonna take this
all the way

* Test my limits,
I'm gonna wing it

* And there's nothing
you can say

* There's nothing
you can say

* So here I go
with an open heart

* 'Cause...

* Right now my life starts