I just don't want you to worry about me, or think you've met me, or waste your time anymore.
I guess I'm pretty emotional.
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 want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.
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.
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...
And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad... Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think the o...
No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell
Just be yourself
And for the first time in my life I understand the end of that poem. And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.
We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough
To tell you the truth, I've just been avoiding everything.
There's something about that tunnel that leads to downtown. It's glorious at night. Just glorious. You start on one side of the mountain, and it's dark, and the radio is loud. As you enter the tunnel,...
There were other stories and other names. Second Base Stace, who had breasts in fourth grade and let some of the boys feel them. Vincent, who took acid and tried to flush a sofa down the toilet. Sheil...
The movie itself was very interesting, but I didn't think it was very good because I didn't really feel different when it was over.
Something like that. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people.
It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that. Or wondering who di...
I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. Maybe that is what makes people participate.
I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.
I get the feeling that it's all a big lie. The problem is I don't know who's lying.