I don't know the significance of this, but I find it very interesting.

The perfect song on the perfect drive to make you feel infinite.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

The truth is, when it gets really quiet, when the silence gets too loud, i really start to miss everyone.

And when she started becoming a “young lady,” and no one was allowed to look at her because she thought she was fat. And how she really wasn’t fat. And how she was actually very pretty. And how different her face looked when she realized boys thought she was pretty. And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall. And how her face looked when she realized she was in love with that boy. I wondered how her face would look when she came out from behind those doors.

Why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn't even really know me?

I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you, okay?