Try to be a filter, not a sponge.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.

The inside jokes weren't jokes anymore. they had become stories

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes.

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.

To kill a mockingbird. If you haven't read it, I think you should because it is very interesting.

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.