He’s my whole world.” “Don’t ever say that about anyone again. Not even me.

So, tomorrow, I’m leaving. And I’m not going to let that happen again with anyone else. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.

I have finished To Kill a Mockingbird. It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.

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.

Girls are weird, and I don't mean that offensively. I just can't put it any other way.

I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.

I just laid around in my bed, looking at the ceiling, and i smiled because it was a nice kind of quiet.