And even if she says no, and really means yes, then quite frankly she's playing games and isn't worth the price of dinner.

As I was walking up the stairs to dad's old room, and I was looking at the photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took the photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.

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.

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

And she says she wants to expose me to all these great things. And to tell you the truth, I don't really want to be exposed to all these great things if it means that I'll have to hear Mary Elizabeth talk about all the great things she exposed me to all the time. I don't understand that. I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.

Some kids look at me strange in the hallways because I don't decorate my locker.

I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You’re alive. And you stand up and see the lights and the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song in that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear… we are infinite.