Nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

The radio comes back even louder than you remember it.

When the police came, they found my brother asleep on the roof. Nobody knows how he got there.

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

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.

I love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while.

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.