My mother raised an eyebrow. "I'm not that bad."

"If only you knew," I said with disdain. Then I smiled at her. "How have you been," I asked feeling concerned. Was't that how love/hate realtionships worked?

It's life, survival of the fittest, or the one who has the strongest friends.

It took standing out in the cold for two hours to realize that the homeless have to deal with this everyday. I cried for them.

" You're mental." Muttered my best friend.

"Why thank you, I think you're interesting too." I grinned back at her.

Some of the things that happen, happen for no good reason. The things that don't, often have a really good reason..

Can't ever win, huh?

One thing about life is you die. The other is you pay taxes.

They say honesty is the best way to go. But how do you tell someone that you were dreaming about them? You don't, you lie and say it was a nightmare.

I couple days ago I read in the paper that a eight year old kid committed suicide because he was bullied. He was my little brothers best friend. I cried because it could have been my little brother. I cried because it could've been prevented.

Save the fights for at home boys. That's what rolling pins are for.

I sat there for three hours crying, sobbing without stopping. Until my throat hurt and my eyes were blood red. Until I forgot what I had originally wanted to forget. When I heard your voice I knew, I cried so much I got over you.