It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

My dad said I did the right thing. I hope I did, but it's hard to tell sometimes.

This moment will just be another story someday.

I wasn't raised very religiously because my parents went to Catholic school, but I do believe in God very much. I just never gave God a name, if you know what I mean. I hope I haven't let Him down regardless.

My sister was the one who told me where babies come from. My sister was also the one who laughed when I immediately asked her where babies go to.

It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except 'be there.' I just want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.