On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.

If the advice is simply to respect yourself and follow the path that you want to follow, that would be the best advice I could ever pass on.

It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.

What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

there was a time when these weren't memories.