I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they'd heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn't agree with.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

That is all that happened. Why did you hear something else?

It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.

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

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

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.