Whenever I'm out late she makes a sandwich for my school lunch. I always protest and tell her not to, saying I'll make my own when I get home. But she likes it. She says it reminds her of when I was younger and needed her.

and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy

I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.

When you hold people up for ridicule, you have to take responsibility when other people act on it.

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.

Rejection always hurts, but having it come from my best friend was the worst.

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.