When I was driving home, I just thought about the word "special". And I thought the last person who said that about me was my aunt Helen. I was grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.

I dont 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. Its much easier not to know things sometimes.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam og my sister or someone would just tell me what`s wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.

The next thing I know, I was wearing nothing but slippers and a bathing suit, which somebody painted gold. I don't know how these things happen to me sometimes.

I can`t think again. Not ever again. I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wantet 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.

Charlie, we accept the love we think we deserve.

He has very nice brown hair, and he wears it long with a ponytail. I think he will regret this when he looks back on his life.

Dear friend, I don't have a lot of time because my advanced english teacher assigned us a book to read, and I like to read books twice.

«He's a wallflower.» And Bob really nodded his head. And the whole room nodded their head. And I started to feel nervous. He sat down next to me. «You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.»

Then the movie started. It was in a foreign language and had subtitles, which was fun because I had never read a movie before. The movie itself was very intresting, but I didn't think it was very good because I didn't really feel different when it was over.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

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.

“I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.”

I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked "good." Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair's right for the first time in your life? I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.

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 that you're happy, too.

... And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.