He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.

You get the right collection of people together and you get the atmosphere together that it is very free where there is no judgment. If you create an atmosphere that is very open you steer the ship.

I really do love my sister. Especially when she's nice.

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

I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for thousands of years. Or just not exist.

To tell you the truth I love Sam. It's not a movie kind of love either. I just look at her sometimes and I think she is the prettiest and nicest person in the whole world.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.