I would die for you. But I won't live for you.
Regardless, I decided to never take LSD again.
When the police came, they found my brother asleep on the roof. Nobody knows how he got there.
I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.
It's much easier not to know things sometimes.
I think they were afraid that some of us would try to kill ourselves or something because they looked very tense and one of them kept touching his beard.
Maybe this are my glory days, and I'm not even realizing it...
There were other stories and other names. Second Base Stace, who had breasts in fourth grade and let some of the boys feel them. Vincent, who took acid and tried to flush a sofa down the toilet. Sheila, who allegedly masturbated with a hot dog and had to go to the emergency room. The list went on and on.
I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.
Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.
When we were all getting ready to leave, I walked up to my grandfather and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. He wiped my lip print off with his palm and gave me a look. He doesn't like the boys in the family to touch him. But I'm very glad that I did it anyway in case he dies. I never got to do that with my Aunt Helen.
I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it's nice to know that they are a real person.
It's strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.
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.
I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.
More like the movie where the guy meets a smart girl who wears a lot of sweaters and drinks cocoa. They talk about books and issues and kiss in the rain.
There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.
If it meant that I would never get to think of you that way, as long as you were happy, it was okay.
She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.
Why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn't even really know me?
I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.
It's strange the times people choose to be generous.
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 want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you, okay?
My dad said I did the right thing. I hope I did, but it's hard to tell sometimes.
If somebody likes me... I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.
So I started shoveling Bob's driveway, which is a strange thing to do at a New Years Eve Party
You ever think Charlie, that our group is the same as any other group like a football team? And the only real difference between us is what we wear and why we wear it?
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