Viv laughs at my tired joke until she cries. I join her, and our tears have nothing to do with laughter.

It would be great if people realized that we’re all different, in all kinds of ways, and different is okay.

It’s unknown how many students’ lives librarians have saved by welcoming loners at lunch.

You replay the moment in your mind from every possible angle, trying to understand why. Why the rules exist and who. Who came up with them and how. How does anyone have the right to tell you how to live just because of your weight?

The universe should warn you when something horrible is about to happen, give you a chance to take a deep breath before your breath gets taken away.

The best way to be understood is to learn and speak someone else's language.

I'm a starfish,taking p all the room I want.

The library is my safe harbor since I dare not go into the cafeteria alone, a whale surrounded by starving sharks.

She's the first person to smile at me today. The first to make me feel wanted.Understood.I blink back tears.It's unknown how many students' liveslibrarians have savedby welcoming loners at lunch.

I'm a starfish,taking up all the room I want.