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

I wish I could stop being in love with Sam. I really do.

I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.

Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spent, and we felt young in a good way.

It's strange the times people choose to be generous.

I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I'd do anything not to be this way. I'd do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being "passive aggressive.