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

I’m so sorry that I wasted your time because you really do mean a lot to me and I hope you have a very nice life because I really think you deserve it. I really do. I hope you do, too. Okay, then. Goodbye.

As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.

I love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while.

I'm not saying she was lying to me, but she just acted so different before I got to know her, and if she really isn't like what she was at the beginning, I wish she could have just said so.

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

The gift from my Secret Santa wasn't anything special. That makes me sad. I bet you anything that Mary Elizabeth is my Secret Santa because only she would give me socks.