He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

And I could see this boy doing his homework and thinking about my sister naked. And I could see them holding hands at football games that they do not watch. And I could see this boy throwing up in the bushes at a party house. And I could see my sister putting up with it. And I felt very bad for both of them.

There are other people who have it a lot worse

I think they were afraid that some of us would try to kill ourselves or something because they looked very tense and one of them kept touching his beard.

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.

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

The reason I am thinking so far in advance is because school is terribly lonely. I think I've said that before, but it's getting harder every day.