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.
I'm trying not to think about it too much because that makes it worse. 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. I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It happens very fast, and things start to slip away.
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.
Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.
There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.
I want to make sure that the first person you kiss loves you, okay?
It was the kind of kiss I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know I was never so happy in my whole life.
My dad said I did the right thing. I hope I did, but it's hard to tell sometimes.
Sometimes, I think Bill forgets that I am sixteen. But I am very happy that he does.
I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.
I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.
It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.
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.
Standing on the fringes of life... offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.
Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.
I don't want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can't think again. Not ever again.
I was in my bed trying to figure out why sometimes you can wake up and go back to sleep and other times you can't
It's like when you're excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you're happy, too.
Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it's no excuse.
The fact that one of these ladies was my mom made me particularly sad because my mom is beautiful. And she's always on a diet. Sometimes, my dad calls her beautiful, but she cannot hear him.
This moment will just be another story someday.
I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.
I was in the shopping mall because that's where I go lately. For the last couple of weeks, I've been going there every day, trying to figure out why people go there. It's kind of a personal project.
It's much easier not to know things sometimes.
Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.
This one kid Mark at the party that gave me this came out of nowhere looked at the sky and told me to see the stars. So, I looked up, and we were in this giant dome like a glass snowball, and Mark said that the amazing white stars were really only holes in the black glass of the dome, and when you went to heaven, the glass broke away, and there was nothing of a whole sheet of star white, which is brighter than anyhting but doensn't hurt your eyes.
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.
I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.
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