The reason I am thinking so far in advance is because school is terribly lonely. I think I've said that before, but it's getting harder every day.

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

I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.

So what's the point of using words nobody else knows or can say comfortably? I just don't understand that.

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.

It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that.

As I was walking up the stairs to dad's old room, and I was looking at the photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took the photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.