Friends, I was pretty sure, lift their friends up; they don't weigh them down like a sack full of stones

Precision about language can be really, really annoying. It can make you miss the point of what the other person is saying altogether.

Guys don't go for me. Period. I don't distract them. They don't sneak glances in my direction. They don't think of me when I'm not standing right in front of them. I'm scenery. I'm background.

I have a theory that as long as you have one good friend, one real friend, you can get through anything.

They're just words. And words alone don't really mean anything. It's what you feel and what you believe when you say them that matter.

Friends, I was pretty sure, lift their friends up; they don't weigh them down like a sack full of stones

I think about how we can't always live in the moment because moments pass, and when we're lucky, we have the kind of moments that we can't help wanting to go back to. We think about them, remember how they felt, and when more time passes we tell stories of these moments that are worth reliving.