The Christmas after Mom & Dad split up, they both went crazy buying us presents. Matt, Jonny, and I were showered with gifts at home and at Dads apartment. I thought that was great. I was all in favor of my love being paid for with presents. This yea...
We're all alive. We're all healthy. These are the good times.
We're all alive. We're all health. These are the good times.
The only way you can be the best at something is to be the best you can be.
But she's wrong about hell. You don't have to wait until you're dead to get there.
I wonder if I'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.
Well, no one says you can be happy about everything," I said. "I know I should be glad for you, Megan, but frankly I think you're crazy. And if Reverend Marshall is making you this way, I think he's evil. This life, this everyday existence, is the on...
My existence is the only gift I have left to give, but it will have to do.
I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray.
I have no privacy. But I feel so alone.
I never really thought about how when I look at the moon, it's the same moon as Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at.
So we baked and sweated together. I like punching the dough. I told myself it was the moon and punched it senseless.
Mom, is the world coming to an end?" Jonny asked, picking up the plate of cookies and ramming one into his mouth. "No, it isn'T," Mom said, folding her lawn chair and carrying it to the front of the house. "And yes, you do have to go to school tomorr...
I guess I always felt even if the world came to an end, McDonald's would still be open.
