Then A Lightning Bolt Shot Straight Through

This Is My New Hobby. I Watch My Life Depart Minute By Minute. I Anticipate The End Of Everything And Anything -- A Conversation, A Class, Track Practice, Darkness -- Only To Be Left With More Clock-watching To Take Its Place. I'm Continually Waiting For Something Better That Never Comes. Maybe It Would Help If I Knew What I Wanted.

The Great Thing About Fiction Is That You Can Start Off By Telling The Truth, Then Start Making Stuff Up Like Crazy Whenever You Feel Like It.

The Real World, Whether We Like It Or Not, Is Right Here, Right Now. All Of This, Every Day, Is Important. Everybody Matters. Everything We Do Has An Effect On Other, Directly Or Indirectly, Whether We Realize It Or Not.

That's What All Love Comes Down To, Doesn't It? We Help Others Only As Much As They Let Us.

And Yet I Know I Am Too Young, That We're Too Young, For Me To Live My Life Only As It Relates To You. If You Had Asked Me To Marry You The Night You First Told Me About Your Acceptance, I Would Have Embraced Princeton As Part Of A Larger Plan That Involved Me. I Probably Would Have Reacted Differently. I Might Even Had Said Yes. Alas, You Didn't Ask Me Then. You Made Plans For Your Future Without Me In Mind, And That's Okay. But How Can You Now Ask Me To Arrange My Life Around You?