Excuse Our Appearances. We Are Taking Apart

What Are Your Thoughts?' 'my Thoughts?' I Replied, Before I Even Realized What I Was Saying. 'my Thoughts Created My World.' Mac Sat Up In His Seat. He Scrunched His Curls With His Hands, Perplexed. 'who Said That?' I Told Him The Truth. 'oh, Just Someone I Used To Know,' I Said, Stroking The Naked Skin On My Middle Finger.

You, Yes, You, Linger Inside My Heart The Same You Who Stopped Us Before We Could Start.

As Much As I Don't Care About Those Things, I Think It's Human Nature To Not Want To Feel Totally Insignificant.

I’m Not Sure I’ll Ever Be Finished. No Matter How Much I Write, There Will Always Be Something I Should’ve Said.

I'm Sitting In The Bleachers, Watching Longingly As All The Boys And Umbumped Girls In My Personal Health And Fitness Class Play Muggle Quidditch. I Don't Even Like The Game Very Much, I Think It's Silly, But I So Miss Physical Activity That I'd Be Thrilled If I Could Run Around The Gymnasium With A Broom Between My Legs, Chasing After The Human Snitch Wearing A Gold Pinny.