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...

I don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.

He said it was the kind of book you made your own.

I just reminded myself that she didn’t say it mean. She wasn’t making fun of me. She wasn’t comparing. Or criticizing.

It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.

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.

Moriría por usted. Pero no viviré para usted.

Things change, friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody.

Math has never made any sense to me.

On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.

I don´t want to be somebody´s crush, if somebody likes me, i want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.

Do you enjoy holidays with your family? I don’t mean your mom and dad family, but your uncle and aunt and cousin family? Personally, I do. There are several reasons for this. First, I am...

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...

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...

I thought if I didnt take a break, I would do something even worse. Like yell or hang up the phone.

Enjoy it. Because it’s happening.

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.

I don’t know if I will have the time to write anymore letters because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter I just want...

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. You can’t just sit there and put...

I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.