We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes. And to have french fries with your mom be enough.

You know . . . a lot of kids at school hate their parents. Some of them got hit. And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives. Some of them were trophies for their parents to show the neighbors like ribbons or gold stars. And some of them just wanted to drink in peace.

So what's the point of using words nobody else knows or can say comfortably? I just don't understand that.

I just laid around in my bed, looking at the ceiling, and i smiled because it was a nice kind of quiet.

I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I'd do anything not to be this way. I'd do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being "passive aggressive.

I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.