I Just Need To Know That Someone

Well, I Think That Part Of Being Young Is Not Exactly Knowing Why You Do Some Of The Things That You Do. And It's By Exploring Your Life Or Experimenting Or Making Mistakes And Learning From Them Hopefully That You Start To Forge An Identity.

I Love My Mom. And This Time, I Told Her I Loved Her. And She Told Me She Loved Me, Too. And Things Were Okay For A Little While.

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.

The Gift From My Secret Santa Wasn't Anything Special. That Makes Me Sad. I Bet You Anything That Mary Elizabeth Is My Secret Santa Because Only She Would Give Me Socks.

Sam Dropped Me Off. When She Was Too Far Away To See Me, I Started To Cry Again. Because She Was My Friend Again. And That Was Enough For Me.