You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.

And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.

Despite everything my mom and doctor and dad have said to me about blame, I can't stop thinking what I know. And I know that my aunt Helen would still be alive today if she just bought me one present like everybody else. She would be alive if I were born on a day that didn't snow.

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.

There are other people who have it a lot worse

I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.