Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

I will be the one to leave you.

this blue shirt i have is practically the same color as my jeans, and looking all-blue is something only cookie monster can pull off.

We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it's lonely, because you feel you can't talk about it. You feel it's something between you and the body. You feel it's a battle you will never win . . . and yet you fight it day after day, and it wears you down. Even if you try to ignore it, the energy it takes to ignore it will exhaust you.

As long as we can conjure, who needs anything else? As long as we can agree on the magical lie and be happy, what more is there to ask for? “I loved you from that moment on,” I say. “I loved you from that moment on,” you agree.

Why do we even bother? Why do we make ourselves so open to such easy damage? Is it all loneliness? Is it all fear? Or is it just to experience those narcotic moments of belonging with someone else?