I’m sixteen with what I hope will be a long life ahead, but I’m willing to give it up, to give anything to let her live, to let her make it through the night.

We all make mistakes. There’s a place we can take those to. There’s a thing we can nail them to.” Her eyes close for a moment and she sees the cross in the shadows of the fading light. “You can nail it to the cross and let it go, Dan. You can let someone else take that burden.

You spend long moments worrying and wondering only to see the wash up on the shore of a sea of wasted hours. Only to see them stranded on the island of foolishness. He wants that time back. He wants that energy back.

What would it be like to be a white page, starting from the beginning with stories untold and memories unmade? To start with a blank slate and go from there?“-Travis Thrasher, Broken.

You can stand in the middle of a street and let the drops fall on you and feel refreshed. It’s like God’s little sprinkler.

Suddenly, I can’t move. I can’t speak. I am set in stone, but it’s a glorious chiseled sort of stone.

Things like this don't happen back in Libertyville, Illinois. You don't get lost in the woods behind your house.You don't get trapped inside a fortress-like wall ten feet tall.

Maybe I'll buy a camera and videotape myself 'a la Paranormal Activity style. Then I'll be able to watch myself sleepwalking and getting up to make pancakes and then standing over Midnight dangling a peice of bacon.

Part of me doesn't even know if we're together. I mean, we are-she likes me, and I want to run off to Mexico with her. So yeah, that's together, right?I guess I don't need a ring or anything.

I've got a lot of homework to do, and none of it has anything to do with school.