Maybe he didn’t really encourage me to do things, but he didn’t prevent me from doing them either. But after a while, I didn’t do things because I didn’t want him to think different about me. But the thing is, I wasn’t being honest. So, why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn’t really even know me?

I have finished To Kill a Mockingbird. It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.

And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.

It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except 'be there.' I just want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.

So I started shoveling Bob's driveway, which is a strange thing to do at a New Years Eve Party

After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.

It's okay to feel things. And be who you are about them.