Because on some level, even though it never turns out to be true, and even though I should know better, I still expect life to be like the movies.

The problem is I can think whatever I think but I still feel the way I feel.

A tomato may be a fruit, but it is a singular fruit. A savory fruit. A fruit that has ambitions far beyond the ambitions of other fruits.

She doesn't feel like crying anymore.

Get over it, Roo. If you have friends who actually like you, you’re popular enough.

I swear, I have no understanding of other human beings.

I know they're not getting divorced or anything, but when your parents argue it makes the whole universe seem like it's tipping, like everything could change if they got mad enough at each other, like the world isn't a safe place. And of course, that's true, isn't it? The world is not a safe place.