Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.

It's ridiculous how difficult a question can be when the answer means so much.

So what do I wish for? Something I'm not sure I want? Someone I'm not sure I need? Or someone I know I can't have?

I've always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action [...]

You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions.

I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.

My smile wavers as I revert to my natural state of being: nervous and weird.