And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.

If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.

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.

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

The radio comes back even louder than you remember it.

And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.

I'm not saying she was lying to me, but she just acted so different before I got to know her, and if she really isn't like what she was at the beginning, I wish she could have just said so.