It’s much easier not to know things sometimes.

I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.

Even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

This moment will just be another story someday.

I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn't try to sleep with that person at that party even though you could have.

"I hate you." My sister said it different than she said it to my dad. She meant it with me.She really did. "I love you," was all I could say in return. "You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." "I'm trying not to be.” Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

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