It was as familiar to me as a song I'd been hearing my whole life, covered by various people but the basic tune the same.

It was like discovering that some part of you wasn't yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn't claim.

I didn't trot my pain out to show around. I kept it better hidden than anyone. I did.

I was beginning to see, though, that the unknown wasn't always the greatest thing to fear. The people who know you best can be risker, because the words they say and things they think have the potential to be not only scary but true, as well.

call it crazy, or just chicken salad. But within reason, or without it i was in it too.

It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.

When I was in high school, I was always really envious of those girls who seemed to have everything: the perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. It wasn't until I was older that I realized that nobody's life is perfect, and that those girls probably had a lot of the same problems I did.