And even if she says no, and really means yes, then quite frankly she's playing games and isn't worth the price of dinner.
After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.
Well, I think that part of being young is not exactly knowing why you do some of the things that you do. And it's by exploring your life or experimenting or making mistakes and learning from them hope...
We accept the love we think we deserve.
That's when Sam grabbed my hand. I love this song! She led me to the dance floor. And she started dancing. And I started dancing. It was a fast song, so I wasn't very good, but she didn't seem to mind...
Next was Alice. I gave her a book by Anne Rice because she is always talking about her. And she looked at me like she couldn't believe I knew she loved Anne Rice. I guess she didn't know how much she...
Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.
It's like when my doctor told me the story of these two brothers whose dad was a bad alcoholic. One brother grew up to be a successful carpenter and never drank. The other brother ended up being a dri...
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 real. Well, sometimes I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of...
It was the kind of kiss that mademe know that I was never so happy in my whole life.
I wonder what it will be like when I leave this place.
I think on my next birthday, I'm going to buy her a present. I think that should be the tradition. The kid gets gifts from everybody, and he buys one present for his mom since she was there, too. I th...
I just don't want you to worry about me, or think you've met me, or waste your time anymore.
I get the feeling that it's all a big lie. The problem is I don't know who's lying.
I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not ever again.
I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.
I can't think again. Not ever again. I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something...
How about your favorite book? This Side of Paradise by From. Scott Fitzgerald. Why? Because it was the last one I read. This made them laugh because they knew I meant it honest, not show-off. Then the...
We were just there together. And that was enough.
We are who we are for a lot of reasons