He’s a wallflower.
Every person has to live his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people.
I put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.
I was suddenly very aware of the fact it was me standing up in that tunnel with the wind over my face. Not caring if I saw downtown. Not even thinking about it. Because I was standing in the tunnel. And I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite.
When to stopped wishing things wouldn’t fall apart, you’d stop suffering when they did.
We Are All Infinite.
Despite everything my mom and doctor and dad have said to me about blame, I can’t stop thinking what I know. And I know that my aunt Helen would still be alive today if she just bought me one present like everybody else. She would be alive if I were born on a day that didn’t snow.
Please believe that things are going good with me. Even if they’re not they will be soon enough.
I just think it’s bad when a boy looks at a girl and thinks that the way he sees the girl is better than the girl actually is.
If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.
And then Patrick started running after the sunset. And Sam immediately followed him. And I saw them in silhouette. Running after the sun. Then, I started running. And everything was as good as it could be.
It’s much easier not to know things sometimes. And to have french fries with your mom be enough.
And I know things have to get worse before they get better.
I guess Zen is a day like this when you are part of the air and remember things.
Patrick said that the problem was that since everything has happened already, it makes it hard to break new ground.
He said it was the kind of book you made your own.
I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love.
It’s like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from falling apart.
This is not a time for heroes because nobody will let that happen.
My dad and my brother and my cousins carry him out to the car of the person who is least angry at him.