I'm just thinking too fast-- much too fast.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway, and I just can't stop thinking that the little kid eating french fries with his mom in the shopping mall is going to grow up and my sister.

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

If you are in a movie theater, you can look two people down and they are laughing while you are laughing or you can look three people down and they love that song that you love. It is living proof that you are not alone.

Everyone is special in their own way.

The gift from my Secret Santa wasn't anything special. That makes me sad. I bet you anything that Mary Elizabeth is my Secret Santa because only she would give me socks.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.