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

On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.

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.

It’s much easier not to know things sometimes. And to have french fries with your mom be enough.

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.

What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?

Personally, I like to think my brother is having a college experience like they do in the movies. I don't mean the big fraternity party kind of movie. More like the movie where the guy meets a smart girl who wears a lot of sweaters and drinks cocoa. They talk about books and issues and kiss in the rain. I think something like that would be very good for him, especially if the girl were unconventionally beautiful. They are the best kind of girls, I think. I personally find 'super models' strange. I don't know why this is.