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

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

So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not ever again.

The perfect song on the perfect drive to make you feel infinite.

on that piece of white paper, sam wrote, "write about me sometime." and i typed something back to her, standing right there in her bedroom. i just typed. "i will.

Some kids look at me strange in the hallways because I don't decorate my locker.