And she looked at me like she couldn't believe I knew she loved Anne Rice. I guess he didn't know how much she talked or how much I listened.

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

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.

Maybe it’s sad that these are now memories. And maybe it’s not sad.

I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

And I could see this boy doing his homework and thinking about my sister naked. And I could see them holding hands at football games that they do not watch. And I could see this boy throwing up in the bushes at a party house. And I could see my sister putting up with it. And I felt very bad for both of them.

He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.