I'm listening to someone give up. Someone I knew—someone I liked. I'm listening... but still, I'm too late.

I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking? I couldn’t. It was too soon.

Here's a tip. If you touch a girl, even as joke, and she pushes you off, leave... her... alone. Don't touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does nothing but sicken her.

Half of them kept repeating my name, trying to get it right, while the other half laughed. But they were harmless. Fun drunks make a nice addition to any party: Not looking to fight. Not looking to score. Just looking to get drunk and laugh. I remember those guys. Like the mascots of the party. "Clay! Whatcha doon here? Bah-ha-ha-ha!

I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master.

It's up to the reader to decipher the code, or the words, based on everything they know about life and emotions.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?