Standing on the fringes of life... offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

Why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn't even really know me?

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have.

It’s like when you’re excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you’re happy, too.

As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.