If you expect the worst, you'll never be disappointed.

I was actually pretty miserable in high school. I couldn't wait for it to be over. And when it finally was, I remember sitting at graduation with all these classmates getting nostalgic and emotional already and all I could think was, "Get me out of here. I never want to see you people again." So it's ironic that I spend half my day putting myself back there by choice [while writing].

I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on. Maybe it had seen places you never had, been rerouted and passed through so many strange hands, but still somehow found its way back to you, all before the day even began.

You didn't have to take a punch for me, you know,' he said. 'I'm a lover, not a fighter.' 'You're a freak is what you are,' I said.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.