Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.
It’s like when you’re excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to...
It's much easier not to know things sometimes.
I didn't feel like reading that night, so I went downstairs and watched a half-hour long commercial that advertised an exercise machine. They kept flashing a 1-800 number, so I called it. The woman wh...
He even let me smoke a cigarette in his office, but he urged me to quit smoking because of the health risks. He even had a pamphlet in his desk that he gave me. I now use it as a bookmark.
Friends leave and life doesn't stop for anybody
I just reminded myself that she didn't say it mean. She wasn't making fun of me. She wasn't comparing. Or criticizing.
Sam looked at me soft. And she hugged me. And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.
I'm trying not to think about it too much because that makes it worse. It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems re...
I'm not saying she was lying to me, but she just acted so different before I got to know her, and if she really isn't like what she was at the beginning, I wish she could have just said so.
I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how...
It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book. Also, when I write letters, I spend the next two days thinking about what I figured out in my letters.
Then the movie started. It was in a foreign language and had subtitles, which was fun because I had never read a movie before.
Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not even realizing it
I used to listen to it all the time when I was little and thinking about grown-up things. I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and the trees behind it and just liste...
Her whisper smelled like cranberry juice and vodka.
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We ca...
What's the point of using words nobody knows or can say comfortably?
To kill a mockingbird. If you haven't read it, I think you should because it is very interesting.