Saturday I rearranged my bedroom. I was locked in there vacuuming and organizing and throwing stuff away for over 4 hours. As I cleaned I found old sketchbooks, terrible attempts at writing books, old toys, tickets to movies I never threw away, and practically my entire life story all crammed into messy drawers and old shoe boxes. I missed the life I used to have when everything was so simple. I felt so grown up. But after waking up from spider nightmares at 2:00 in the morning and decided maybe I'm not so grown up after all. Just that terrible place in between. Being a teenager stinks.
"I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich." --Dan Wilcox
"Truely great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget."
"We are supposed to be happy, 'for men are that they might have joy.'"
"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? To surrender dreams-- this may be madness; to see treasure where there is only trash. Too much sanity may be madness! But maddest of all-- to see life as it is and not what it should be."