Mostly, I think people are fake. Well, what do you expect? The fake world we live in conspires to make us all fakes.
Benjamin Alire SaenzSummer was here again. Summer, summer, summer. I loved and hated summers. Summers had a logic all their own and they always brought something out in me. Summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. Summer was a book of hope. That's why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.
Benjamin Alire SaenzWhy do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire?
Benjamin Alire SaenzFor a moment, I thought of the word happy and it was a word that just, well, it felt like it was visiting me. I knew it wouldnโt last for very long and Iโd be sad again and then it would be worse because itโs one thing to be sad and itโs another thing to be sad once youโve been happy. Being sad after youโve been happy is the worst thing in the world.
Benjamin Alire Saenz