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.

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

For me personally, as much as I don't understand my mom and dad and as much as I feel sorry for them sometimes, I can't help but love them very much.

It’s like when you’re excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you’re happy, too.

They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.

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

It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.