I text tiny a minute later. MADE NEW GAY FRIEND. And he texts back PROGRESS!!!

It's one thing to fall in love. It's another to feel someone else fall in love with you, and to feel a responsibility toward that love.

In the next election, I'm voting for your mom to be the next God.

When someone breaks up with you, their beauty-- which you took such satisfaction in-- suddenly becomes unfair.

This is as much a part of my story as anything else. Friendship is love as much as any romance.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.