Charlie?'
'Uh-huh?'
'Do you like me?'
'Uh-huh.'
'You know what I mean?'
'Uh-huh.'
'Are you nervous?'
'Uh-huh.'
'Don't be nervous.'
'Okay.

I hate you.'
My sister said it different than she said it to my dad. She meant it with me. She really did.
'I love you,' was all I could say in return.

I was very grateful to have heard it again. Because I guess we all forget sometimes. And I think everyone is special in their own way. I really do.

I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not ever again.

It's strange to describe reading a book as a really great experience, but that's kind of how it felt.

I’m caught between trying to live my life, and trying to run from it.