I love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while.

He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.

The reason I am thinking so far in advance is because school is terribly lonely. I think I've said that before, but it's getting harder every day.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.

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