It's like he would take a photograph of Sam, and the photograph would be beautiful. And he would think that the reason the photograph was beautiful was because of how he took it. If I took it, I would know that the only reason it's beautiful is because of Sam. I just think it's bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better then the girl actually is. And I think it's bad when the most honest way a boy can look at a girl is through a camera. It's very hard for me to see Sam feel better about herself just because a boy sees her that way.

And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

I wonder what it will be like when I leave this place.

Sometimes, I think Bill forgets that I am sixteen. But I am very happy that he does.

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

When the police came, they found my brother asleep on the roof. Nobody knows how he got there.

He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.