Trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth.

We accept the love we think we deserve

We became who we are together

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. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.

It's great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn't need a shoulder. What if they need the arms or something like that? You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.

If I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they were upset.

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective. Sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

I remember one time we were walking. I dont remember where and I don't remember when. I don't even remember the season. I just know that was the first time I felt like I belonged someplace.

And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing “unity”. It’s like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you’re happy, too.

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.