I guess I'm pretty emotional.

I didn't know that other people thought things about me. I didn't know that they looked.

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.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.

Well, I think that part of being young is not exactly knowing why you do some of the things that you do. And it's by exploring your life or experimenting or making mistakes and learning from them hopefully that you start to forge an identity.

I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you, okay?