As people get older, we all know, you get married and you have a child and that becomes your family, but when you're 16 years old, especially, your family is your friends.

I wonder what it will be like when I leave this place.

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

If it meant that I would never get to think of you that way, as long as you were happy, it was okay.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway, and I just can't stop thinking that the little kid eating french fries with his mom in the shopping mall is going to grow up and my sister.

More like the movie where the guy meets a smart girl who wears a lot of sweaters and drinks cocoa. They talk about books and issues and kiss in the rain.

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