Whos love do you cherrish more? Hers or theirs? when you deside that, it's all downhill from there.

You are what you are" "Which is what? I wondered

A baseball bat could not have hit me harder than that smile did. I was sixteen years old. In that time, how many thousands of smiles had been aimed at me? so why did this one feel like the first?

I had never realized how much I needed the attention of others to confirm my own presence.

if you learn to hate one or two persons... you'll soon hate millions of people.

I'm that way, goofy as it sounds. Sometimes I don't want things to happen-I'm talking about good things, even wonderful things-because once they happen, I can't look forward to them anymore. But there's an upside, too. Once a wonderful thing is over, I'm not all that sad because then I can start thinking about it, reliving and reliving it in the virtual world in my head.

And the more you love someone, the safer it is to be mad at them. Love can handle mad, no problem.