I reckon that’s the risk you run, letting somebody else raise you chilluns.

They say it's like true love, good help. You only get one in a lifetime.

I wash my hands, wonder how an awful day could turn even worse. It seems like at some point you'd just run out of awful.

I tell myself that's what you get when you put thirty-one toilets on the most popular girl's front yard. People tend to treat you a little differently than before.

And if your friends make fun of you for chasing your dream, remember—just lie.

President Kennedy’s assassination, less than two weeks ago, has struck the world dumb. It’s like no one wants to be the first to break the silence. Nothing seems important.

It can be really powerful to write something when youre sad.