I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

You know . . . a lot of kids at school hate their parents. Some of them got hit. And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives. Some of them were trophies for their parents to show the neighbors like ribbons or gold stars. And some of them just wanted to drink in peace.

After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.

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 don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.

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

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.