If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.

Incidentally, I only have one cavity, and as much as my dentist asks me to, I just can't bring myself to floss.

I was in the shopping mall because that's where I go lately. For the last couple of weeks, I've been going there every day, trying to figure out why people go there. It's kind of a personal project.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

I sat down and tried to write a story. "Ian MacArthur is a wonderful sweet fellow who wears glasses and peers out of them with delight." That was the first sentence. The problem was that I just couldn't think of the next one. After cleaning my room three times, I decided to leave Ian alone for a while because I was starting to get mad at him.

I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

To tell you the truth I love Sam. It's not a movie kind of love either. I just look at her sometimes and I think she is the prettiest and nicest person in the whole world.