I wonder if that’s a small price to pay for being a legend.
I hope you have a very nice life because I really think you deserve it. I really do.
Reading the book isn’t helping either. I don’t know. I’m just thinking too fast. Much too fast.
And I just thought how great it was to have friends and a family.
It would be very nice to have a friend again. I would like that even more than a date.
And I just let him. Because that’s what friends are for.
When I was done reading the poem, everyone was quiet. A very sad quiet. But the amazing thing was that it wasn’t a bad sad at all. It was just something that made everyone look around at each other and know that they were there.
I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And in this moment, I swear... we are infinite.
The saddest people smile the brightest.
Friends leave and life doesn’t stop for anybody.
I am trying to participate.
I just really want a milkshake.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like. It’s much easier not to know things sometimes. And to have french fries with your mom be enough.
She said that I was really sweet and understanding, but that our relationship was too one-sided.
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.
I thought about him going into my mom’s when she was little and hitting my mom and holding up her report card and saying that her bad grades would never happen again. And I think now that maybe he meant my older brother. Or my sister. Or me. That he would make sure that he was the last one to work in a mill.
It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book. Also, when I write letters, I spend the next two days thinking about what I figured out in my letters.
If you ever do this again, I’ll tell everyone. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll blind you.
Anyway, they have this discussion, and the kid is an idealist in a temporary way. He talks about his “restless generation” and things like that. And he says something like, “This is not a time for heroes because nobody will let that happen.” The book takes place in the 1920′s, which I thought was great because I supposed the same kind of conversation could happen in the Big Boy. It probably already did with our parents and grandparents. It was probably happening with us right now.
I’m not a bulimic, I’m a bulimist, I love bulimia.