What Grinds Me The Most Is That

I Hate Mirrors; Every Time I Look In One I See Things That Could Be Improved. If I Could Give My Younger Self Any Advice It Would Be: ‘take A Deep Breath, The World Is Not Ending – And Do Something With Your Hair.’ I Had The Same Haircut From When I Was A Toddler All The Way Through High School, It Was This Weird Side-parting. I Didn’t Like Change.

You're Sad-looking," She Said. "my Grandson Used To Be Such A Happy Boy. He Used To Write Me Stories. I Remember The First Story He Ever Wrote Me, 'once Upon A Time, There Was A Boy.' And That Became 'once Upon A Time There Was A Boy Who Wanted To Fly.' And They Kept Getting Better And Better Over Time. I Never Found Out If The Boy Got To Fly." I Gave Her A Small Smile. If Only She Knew The Boy's Wings Had Been Clipped.

...because A Life Without Meaning, Without Drive Or Focus, Without Dreams Or Goals, Isn't A Life Worth Living.

You've Got To Show The World Who You Are Before It Tells You. Otherwise You Become Victim To Someone You're Not.

It Doesn't Matter How Greatly You've Been Hurt Or How Much You're Hurting, It's What You Do With The Pain That Counts. You Could Cry For Years Or You Could Choose To Learn And Grow From It.