My Favorite Songs Change Every Year.

The Past Is Made Out Of Facts...i Guess The Future Is Just Hope.

...wanting Change Is Step One, But Step Two Is Taking It.

Are My Words Ever Actually Audible, Or Do They Just Echo In My Head While People Stare At Me, Waiting?

We Have To Remember Everything. If We Don't, By The Time We Grow Up It'll Be Gone Forever.

Came To . . . See You.” “but I Had To Go Home, Remember? You Were Supposed To Say Good-bye.” “don't Know Why You . . . Say Good-bye. I Say . . . Hello.” Her Lip Quivers Between Reactions, But She Ends Up With A Reluctant Smile. “god You're A Cheeseball. But Seriously, R—