A lot of you cared, just not enough.

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

One little ripple started today could create a typhoon fifteen years from now.

But I need to wake up somehow. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to get through the day half-asleep. Maybe that’s the only way to get through today.

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.

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

And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home... I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally... I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.