To tell you the truth I love Sam. It's not a movie kind of love either. I just look at her sometimes and I think she is the prettiest and nicest person in the whole world.
Things get worse before they get better.
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,...
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.
Some people really do have it a lot worse than I do. They really do.
So, I heard you're this ninja or something.
Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam bought him some good music.
It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.
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...
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.
It was the kind of kiss I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know I was never so happy in my whole life.
I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.
I want Sam to stop liking Craig.Now I guess maybe you think that’s because I am jealous of him. I’m not. Honest. It’s just that Craig doesn’t really listen to her when she talks. I don’t mean that he’...
I think they were afraid that some of us would try to kill ourselves or something because they looked very tense and one of them kept touching his beard.
I must have been in the car for a long time because eventually my sister found me there. I was chain-smoking cigarettes and crying still. My sister knocked on the window. I rolled it down. She looked...
I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.
I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.
Except that my father got a raise, and my mother didn't because she doesn't get paid for housework, and my sister stopped reading those self-esteem books because she met a new boy
Everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other