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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.
There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.
So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
I think that 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. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have.
I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
This moment will just be another story someday.
And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope they feel it's enough. I really do because they've made me happy. And I'm only one person.
We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.
And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.
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 to other people. and that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing 'unity.
please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.
I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.
Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.
I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. 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 due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.
Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.
I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.
Try to be a filter, not a sponge.
I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.
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.
It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except 'be there.' I just want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.
Asleep by the Smiths Vapour Trail by Ride Scarborough Fair by Simon & Garfunkel A Whiter Shade of Pale by Procol Harum Dear Prudence by the Beatles Gypsy by Suzanne Vega Nights in White Satin by the Moody Blues Daydream by Smashing Pumpkins Dusk by Genesis (before Phil Collins was even in the band!) MLK by U2 Blackbird by the Beatles Landslide by Fleetwood Mac Asleep by the Smiths (again!) -Charlie's mixtape.
Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
Standing on the fringes of life... offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.
If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.
It’s much easier not to know things sometimes.
I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.
I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. Maybe that is what makes people "participate.
If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.
Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.
What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?.
I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.
I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.
I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.
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.
I just don't want you to worry about me, or think you've met me, or waste your time anymore.
What's your favorite book? "The last one I read.
Not everyone has a sob story, Charlie, and even if they do, it's no excuse.
It's strange to describe reading a book as a really great experience, but that's kind of how it felt.
Don’t ever say that about anyone again. Not even me.
It’s like when you’re 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 feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you’re happy, too.
I’m so sorry that I wasted your time because you really do mean a lot to me and I hope you have a very nice life because I really think you deserve it. I really do. I hope you do, too. Okay, then. Goodbye.
Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam bought him some good music.
And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.
And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her arms.
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.
people who try to control situations all the time are afraid that if they don't, nothing will work out the way they want.
I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.
Have you ever done that? You feel really bad, and then it goes away, and you don’t know why.
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.
Why do I and everyone I love pick people who treat us like we're nothing"; - "We accept the love we think we deserve,.
But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things.
I have finished To Kill a Mockingbird. It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.
As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.
I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.
It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. Well, sometimes I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It just happens very fast, and things start to slip away. And I just open my eyes, and I see nothing. And then I start to breathe really hard trying to see something, but I can't. It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, it scares me.
To tell you the truth, I've just been avoiding everything.
I was in my bed trying to figure out why sometimes you can wake up and go back to sleep and other times you can't.
Personally, I like to think my brother is having a college experience like they do in the movies. I don't mean the big fraternity party kind of movie. 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 think something like that would be very good for him, especially if the girl were unconventionally beautiful. They are the best kind of girls, I think. I personally find 'super models' strange. I don't know why this is.
On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.
I can't think again. Not ever again. I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.
You know . . . a lot of kids at school hate their parents. Some of them got hit. And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives. Some of them were trophies for their parents to show the neighbors like ribbons or gold stars. And some of them just wanted to drink in peace.
But right now I’m here with you. And I want to know where you are, what you need, and what you want to do.
Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.
It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.
You take girls, for example. They're copying their moms and magazines and everything to know how to act around guys. I mean it's not like in movies where girls like assholes or anything like that. It's not that easy. They just like somebody that can give them purpose.
The thing is, some girls think they can actually change guys. And what’s funny is that if they actually did change them, they’d get bored. They’d have no challenge left. You just have to give girls some time to think of a new way of doing things, that’s all. Some of them will figure it out here. Some later. Some never. I wouldn’t worry about it too much.