I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.
Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.
Patrick actually used to be popular before Sam brought him some good music.
I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.
The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.
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 someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.
...I was looking at the old photographs, I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories. That someone actually took that photograph, and the people in the photograph had just eaten lunch or something.
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.
...even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.
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