If the right thing came along, I would absolutely direct something I did not write because I love the process so much, but we’ll see. I’m taking it day by day.
I don’t think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it’s nice. It really is.
I just listened to the music, and breathed in the day, and remembered things. Things like walking around the neighborhood and looking at the houses and the lawns and the colorful trees and having that be enough.
I wonder what it will be like when I leave this place.
I feel like a big faker because I’ve been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.
And later that night to be with my family at dinnertime and have things just be like they always were. That was the amazing part. Things just keep going. We didn’t talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.
And I never felt that good in my life. But I also felt bad because I saw her naked without her permission.
After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don’t know who decides these things. It just happens.
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.
I didn’t know that other people thought things about me. I didn’t know that they looked.
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?
Why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn’t even really know me?
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for thousands of years. Or just not exist...
If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.
Regardless, I decided to never take LSD again.
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 on top of that.
I don’t know the significance of this, but I find it very interesting.
Some kids look at me strange in the hallways because I don’t decorate my locker,...
So I started shoveling Bob’s driveway, which is a strange thing to do at a New Years Eve Party.
And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.