I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don’t know what I would write.
Something really is wrong with me. And I don’t know what it is.
You get the right collection of people together and you get the atmosphere together that it is very free where there is no judgment. If you create an atmosphere that is very open you steer the ship.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.
I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn’t try to sleep with that person at that party even though you could have.
That was always my hope that that is exactly what I would do. It was always part of the dream of this story – to write the novel and then direct the movie.
Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight.
I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.
Enjoy it. Because it’s happening.
Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
The inside jokes weren’t jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.
Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam bought him some good music.
Bridget who is crazy said that sometimes she thought about suicide when commercials come on during TV. She was sincere and this puzzled the guidance counselors.
I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.
We didn’t talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.
My dad said I did the right thing. I hope I did, but it’s hard to tell sometimes.
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.
They just knew. And I think that’s all you can ever ask from a friend.
Craig said the problem with things is that everyone is always comparing everyone with everyone.
I couldn’t believe Sam actually got me a present because i honestly thought the “I love you” was it.