As we all know, when you're an athlete things are a little bit easier for you. It didn't mean that what was going on inside my heart wasn't a bit of a thunderstorm, but outwardly I got along ok. I was really shy in seventh grade.

I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.

And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.

Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.

I've never understood the need people have to dictate morality to other people. I really don't know what it is. I don't know if it's fear or the belief that they know the only right way. Or maybe they see a lot of social ills and social decline, and they really think they have the elixir for it.

please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.