Enjoy It. Because It's Happening.

Most Of The People I Know Who Were Raised To Be Accommodating Or Were Raised To Just Be Nice And Put Everybody's Needs Ahead Of Theirs, There Comes A Moment When The Pressure Builds And They Can't Do It Anymore. They Have Needs And They Feel Neglected And They Usually Explode.

She Wasn't Bitter. She Was Sad, Though. But It Was A Hopeful Kind Of Sad. The Kind Of Sad That Just Takes Time.

I Don't Know What I'm Supposed To Do Now. I Know Other People Have It A Lot Worse. I Do Know That, But It's Crashing In Anyway, And I Just Can't Stop Thinking That The Little Kid Eating French Fries With His Mom In The Shopping Mall Is Going To Grow Up And My Sister.

Sometimes, I Think Bill Forgets That I Am Sixteen. But I Am Very Happy That He Does.

So What's The Point Of Using Words Nobody Else Knows Or Can Say Comfortably? I Just Don't Understand That.