I love Twinkies, and the reason I am saying that is because we are all supposed to think of reasons to live.

If it meant that I would never get to think of you that way, as long as you were happy, it was okay.

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 want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you, okay?

Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

I have finished To Kill a Mockingbird. It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.

Nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.