And In That Moment, I Swear We

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.

I Guess When You See Somebody In The Hallway Or On The Field Or Something, It's Nice To Know That They Are A Real Person.

There Were Other Stories And Other Names. Second Base Stace, Who Had Breasts In Fourth Grade And Let Some Of The Boys Feel Them. Vincent, Who Took Acid And Tried To Flush A Sofa Down The Toilet. Sheila, Who Allegedly Masturbated With A Hot Dog And Had To Go To The Emergency Room. The List Went On And On.

Well, I Think That Part Of Being Young Is Not Exactly Knowing Why You Do Some Of The Things That You Do. And It's By Exploring Your Life Or Experimenting Or Making Mistakes And Learning From Them Hopefully That You Start To Forge An Identity.

Standing On The Fringes Of Life... Offers A Unique Perspective. But There Comes A Time To See What It Looks Like From The Dance Floor.