I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.

And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

I used to listen to it all the time when I was little and thinking about grown-up things. I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and the trees behind it and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person. And I didn’t mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways.

I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person.

I wonder what my speech would be.

Regardless, I decided to never take LSD again.