Despite everything my mom and doctor and dad have said to me about blame, I can't stop thinking what I know. And I know that my aunt Helen would still be alive today if she just bought me one present like everybody else. She would be alive if I were born on a day that didn't snow.

You take girls, for example. They're copying their moms and magazines and everything to know how to act around guys. I mean it's not like in movies where girls like assholes or anything like that. It's not that easy. They just like somebody that can give them purpose.

So, I heard you're this ninja or something.

You should tell her how nice her outfit is because her outfit is her choice whereas her face isn't.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.

Some kids look at me strange in the hallways because I don't decorate my locker.