So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.

I would make the movie industry more like the television industry. TV is more material driven. In TV, you can break new stars. TV can take more chances.

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.

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?

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

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.

I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.