Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam bought him some good music.

What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?

Sam dropped me off. When she was too far away to see me, I started to cry again. Because she was my friend again. And that was enough for me.

I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.

The truth is, when it gets really quiet, when the silence gets too loud, i really start to miss everyone.

on that piece of white paper, sam wrote, "write about me sometime." and i typed something back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. i just typed. "i will.

You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.