Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.
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.
Girls are weird, and I don’t mean that offensively. I just can’t put it any other way.
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.
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.
And she looked at me like she couldn’t believe I knew she loved Anne Rice. I guess he didn’t know how much she talked or how much I listened.
Welcome to the island of misfit toys.
Sam dropped me off. When she was too far away to see me, I started to cry again. Because she was my friend again. And that was enough for me.
Do you think if people knew how crazy you really were, no one would ever talk to you?
The reason I am thinking so far in advance is because school is terribly lonely. I think I’ve said that before, but it’s getting harder every day.
As we all know, when you’re an athlete things are a little bit easier for you. It didn’t mean that what was going on inside my heart wasn’t a bit of a thunderstorm, but outwardly I got along ok. I was really shy in seventh grade.
So, tomorrow, I’m leaving. And I’m not going to let that happen again with anyone else. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.
Music is a vital part of my life, and it has been since I was a kid. It helped me find my identity as a person, it helped me find my identity as an artist, and it helped me get in touch with emotions that I didn’t know I had.
The truth is, when it gets really quiet, when the silence gets too loud, i really start to miss everyone.
The radio comes back even louder than you remember it.
As you see the opening get closer, you just can’t get fast enough. And finally, just when you think you’ll never get there, you see the opening right in front of you.
I guess I’m pretty emotional.
I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not ever again.
I love Twinkies, and the reason I am saying that is because we are all supposed to think of reasons to live.
I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.