Bella, Can You Drop The Rock, Please?

I Think Being A Teenager Is Such A Compelling Time Period In Your Life--it Gives You Some Of Your Worst Scars And Some Of Your Most Exhilarating Moments. It's A Fascinating Place; Old Enough To Feel Truly Adult, Old Enough To Make Decisions That Affect The Rest Of Your Life, Old Enough To Fall In Love, Yet, At The Same Time Too Young (in Most Cases) To Be Free To Make A Lot Of Those Decisions Without Someone Else's Approval.

If You Turned The Fabric Of Our Lives Over, I Imagined The Design On The Backside Would Be Woven In The Bleak Grays Of Doubt And Fear.

Non-reality Was Black, And It Didn't Hurt So Much.

She Reminded Me Of What It Did To Her When I Left — What It Still Does To Her When I Leave. She Feels Horrible About Bringing That Up, But She’s Right. I’ll Never Be Able To Make Up For That, But I’ll Never Stop Trying Anyway.

I Had Never Given Much Thought To How I Would Die, But Dying In The Place Of Someone I Love Doesn't Seem Like Such A Bad Way To Go.