The perfect song on the perfect drive to make you feel infinite.

On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.

I remembered this one time that I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. I was in the middle. I don't remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I just remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere

And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.

Try to be a filter, not a sponge.

"I hate you." My sister said it different than she said it to my dad. She meant it with me.She really did. "I love you," was all I could say in return. "You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." "I'm trying not to be.” Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it's no excuse.