I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.

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

So what's the point of using words nobody else knows or can say comfortably? I just don't understand that.

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

To tell you the truth I love Sam. It's not a movie kind of love either. I just look at her sometimes and I think she is the prettiest and nicest person in the whole world.

So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

And how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall. And how her face looked when she realized she was in love with that boy.