If you are in a movie theater, you can look two people down and they are laughing while you are laughing or you can look three people down and they love that song that you love. It is living proof that you are not alone.

I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.

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

I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I'd do anything not to be this way. I'd do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being "passive aggressive.

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.

The truth is, when it gets really quiet, when the silence gets too loud, i really start to miss everyone.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.