I Need The Kind Of Help That

She Dumped Me For The Worst Reason Of All. For Absolutely No Reason At All...i Mean, If She Fell In Love With Someone Else, Or I Did Something Wrong, Or I Let Her Down In Some Unforgivable Way...that, I'd Understand, Right? But Instead, She Said...it Wasn't Anything. Not A Single Thing. It Was Just Me. I Was Nice. I Was Kind. We Just...she Didn't See The Connection Anymore. I Think She Thought I Was Boring. And The Cruelest Part Is, When Someone Says Something Mean About You, You Know When They're Right.

We Are All Ordinary. We Are All Boring. We Are All Spectacular. We Are All Shy. We Are All Bold. We Are All Heroes. We Are All Helpless. It Just Depends On The Day.

Here's What I Love: I Love Sitting At My Desk, Staring At The Blank Screen, And Beginning That Conversation With My Imaginary Friends.

There's Nothing More Intimate In Life Than Simply Being Understood. And Understanding Someone Else.

I Played Little League For One Year. That Was It. Then My Mother Realized I Liked Books And Threatened My Father. I Owe Her Forever For That.