Writer's Were Supposed To Be A Litte

...but I've Never Regretted It. You Can't Regret Experience.

Suddenly It Wasn't Only A Personal Thing To Me. I Could Picture Hundreds And Hundreds Of Boys Living On The Wrong Sides Of Cities, Boys With Black Eyes Who Jumped At Their Own Shadows. Hundreds Of Boys Who Maybe Watched Sunsets And Looked At Stars And Ached For Something Better. I Could See Boys Going Down Under Street Lights Because They Were Mean And Tough And Hated The World, And It Was Too Late To Tell Them That There Was Still Good In It, And They Wouldn't Believe You If You Did.

Asleep, He Looked A Lot Younger Than Going-on-seventeen, But I Had Noticed That Johnny Looked Younger When He Was Asleep Too, So I Figured Everyone Did. Maybe People Are Younger When They Are Asleep.

You Know What The Crummiest Feeling You Can Have Is? To Hate The Person You Love The Best In The World.

Nothing Can Wear You Out Like Caring About People