When I was driving home, I just thought about the word 'special'. And I thought the last person who said that about me was my Aunt Helen. I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.

So I started shoveling Bob's driveway, which is a strange thing to do at a New Years Eve Party

Do you always think this much? It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.

But right now I’m here with you. And I want to know where you are, what you need, and what you want to do.

I wonder what it will be like when I leave this place.

It's too bad you're not gay. Then again, if you were gay, I would never date you. You're a mess." You know, Patrick? If I were gay, I'd want to date you." Of course.

Maybe he didn’t really encourage me to do things, but he didn’t prevent me from doing them either. But after a while, I didn’t do things because I didn’t want him to think different about me. But the thing is, I wasn’t being honest. So, why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn’t really even know me?