All I could do is lie there and think about how much her voice changed when she asked me if she was pretty, and how much she changed when I answered.

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 don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway, and I just can't stop thinking that the little kid eating french fries with his mom in the shopping mall is going to grow up and my sister.

So I started shoveling Bob's driveway, which is a strange thing to do at a New Years Eve Party

So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

This moment will just be another story someday.

It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.