I think on my next birthday, I'm going to buy her a present. I think that should be the tradition. The kid gets gifts from everybody, and he buys one present for his mom since she was there, too. I think that would be nice.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.

there is this one photograph... that is just beautiful. it would be impossible to describe how beautiful it is, but i’ll try. if you listen to the song “asleep,” and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you’ve known, and you cry and the person holds you back, then i think you will see the photograph.

There are other people who have it a lot worse

When you think back to your first kiss, your hair is perfect and she was wearing a cool outfit. We remember it with restraint and we remember it with style. We remember it as idealistically as you can think.

If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.