And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn’t do or what they didn’t know. I don’t know. I guess there would always be someone to blame.

They are all my favourites. All of them.

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

I look at people holdings hands in the hallways, and I try to think how it all works. At the school dances, I sit in the background, and I tap my toe, and I wonder how many couples will dance to ‘their song.’ In the hallways, I see the girls wearing the guys’ jackets, and I think about the idea of property. And I wonder if anyone is really happy.

It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.

Have you ever done that? You feel really bad, and then it goes away, and you don’t know why.