It Hadn't Even Occured To Me That

I Turned And Looked Into The Gas Station, Where Wes Was Now Paying, As The Man Who'd Driven Us Looked On. "that's Too Bad," I Said. "it's Okay, Though," She Assured Me. "someday I'll Show You An Extraordinary Boy, Macy. They Do Exist. You Just Have To Believe Me." "don't Worry," I Said. "i Do.

Sometimes. It Was A Good Escape. Until, You Know, It Wasn‟t.

I Feel Like Twitter Was Tailor-made For Me, Because I Can Do Short Spurts All Day Long. I Loved My Blog, But Doing Daily, Then Thrice Weekly Entries Was Really Time Consuming. 140 Characters Is Perfect.

If This Was My Instinct Talking, I Didn‟t Want To Hear What It Was Saying.

The Way I See It," She Continued, "is That Some Things Are Just Meant To Be The Way They Are.