Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.

If it meant that I would never get to think of you that way, as long as you were happy, it was okay.

I don't know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like.

You take girls, for example. They're copying their moms and magazines and everything to know how to act around guys. I mean it's not like in movies where girls like assholes or anything like that. It's not that easy. They just like somebody that can give them purpose.

You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.

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.

All I could do is lie there and think about how much her voice changed when she asked me if she was pretty, and how much she changed when I answered.