When I’m a teacher, I won’t be using red pens to grade papers. Red pens will forever be associated with criticism and bad grades in my mind. I don’t want this person to get their short story back with harsh red pen marks all over it. Purple is much friendlier.

Tobey puts the CD on. Then he comes over and hugs me. I lean my head on his chest. 'I want to know everything about you,' he whispers.

You'll get through this. And I know it's impossible to believe right now, but it gets better. Trust me.

And I just think that if you believe in something and you want it so much and you're not hurting anyone else, you have to go for it. Which sometimes means taking a risk, even if it's scary. But the thing you want most to happen doesn't stand a chance unless you give it one.

Maybe but... if being impulsive means ruining other people's lives, then maybe I should just stay the same.

The past doesn't just disappear after it's happened.

Still hiding and afraid to let go. Waiting for you to find me uncover me and show me the way.