There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

and for the first time in my life I understand the end of that poem. And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes. And to have french fries with your mom be enough.

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.

The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

The reason I am thinking so far in advance is because school is terribly lonely. I think I've said that before, but it's getting harder every day.

He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.