Incidentally, I only have one cavity, and as much as my dentist asks me to, I just can't bring myself to floss.

But in that moment when my brother took the field, all that washed away, and everyone was proud... I looked up at my dad, and he was smiling. I looked at my mom, and she was smiling even though she was nervous about my brother getting hurt, which was strange because it was a VCR tape of an old game, and she knew he didn't get hurt.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.

But right now I’m here with you. And I want to know where you are, what you need, and what you want to do.

Banning books gives us silence when we need speech. It closes our ears when we need to listen. It makes us blind when we need sight.

For me personally, as much as I don't understand my mom and dad and as much as I feel sorry for them sometimes, I can't help but love them very much.

It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.