It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except 'be there.' I just want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.

It's like he would take a photograph of Sam, and the photograph would be beautiful. And he would think that the reason the photograph was beautiful was because of how he took it. If I took it, I would know that the only reason it's beautiful is because of Sam.

And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

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

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.

I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

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