I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

I really do love my sister. Especially when she's nice.

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.

When I was done reading the poem, everyone was quiet. A very sad quiet. But the amazing thing was that it wasn’t a bad sad at all. It was just something that made everyone look around at each other and know that they were there. Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that’s all you can ever ask from a friend.

It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.

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.

What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?