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

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 was in my bed trying to figure out why sometimes you can wake up and go back to sleep and other times you can't

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.

Maybe he didn’t really encourage me to do things, but he didn’t prevent me from doing them either. But after a while, I didn’t do things because I didn’t want him to think different about me. But the thing is, I wasn’t being honest. So, why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn’t really even know me?

I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. Maybe that is what makes people "participate.

Nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.