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.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

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

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

Even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

I am really in love with Sam, and it hurts very much.