I'm Only Being Cute Here.

I Would Give Someone A Record So They Could Love The Record, Not So They Would Always Know That I Gave It To Them.

Sam Dropped Me Off. When She Was Too Far Away To See Me, I Started To Cry Again. Because She Was My Friend Again. And That Was Enough For Me.

I Wanted To Laugh. Or Maybe Get Mad. Or Maybe Shrug At How Strange Everyone Was, Especially Me.

It's Just Hard To See A Friend Hurt This Much. Especially When You Can't Do Anything Except 'be There.' I Just Want To Make Him Stop Hurting, But I Can't. So I Just Follow Him Around Whenever He Wants To Show Me His World.

The Gift From My Secret Santa Wasn't Anything Special. That Makes Me Sad. I Bet You Anything That Mary Elizabeth Is My Secret Santa Because Only She Would Give Me Socks.