I don't know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like.

Welcome to the island of misfit toys.

I remembered this one time that I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. I was in the middle. I don't remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I just remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere

We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough

The inside jokes weren't jokes anymore. they had become stories

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes. And to have french fries with your mom be enough.

You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.