Occupation: Writer Birth: September 30, 1975
Everything about it was false. Right then, in that office, with the realization that no one knew the truth about my life, my thoughts about the world….
The longer you wait, and this is true, the slower the hands will move..
I simply wanted a kiss. I was a freshman girl who had never been kissed. Never. But I liked the boy, he liked me, and I was going to kiss him. That's….
We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake..
My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest..
I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try..
Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful..
Josh turns to me. “I can’t believe she’s writing these things.” “Not she,” I say. “Me.” “Why would anyone say this stuff about themselves on the Inte….
How in the world was I alone? Because I wanted to be. That's all I can say. It's all that makes sense to me..
When you write a book for publication, you're writing it for other people to read..
The Golden Rule will always be good advice!.
But I need to wake up somehow. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s best to get through the day half-asleep. Maybe that’s the only way to get through today..
There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper..
I didn't humiliate him by pointing it out because that's not how you treat friends. You don't judge them. You don't humiliate them. I bet he's been j….
I tried getting my dad to buy me a beeper for my birthday,” he says, “but he thinks only doctors and drug dealers need them..
When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?.
We both laugh. And it feels good. A release. Like laughing at a funeral. Maybe inappropriate, but definitely needed..
Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than thei….
Here's a tip. If you touch a girl, even as joke, and she pushes you off, leave... her... alone. Don't touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does….
I needed a break... from myself..
And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely..