Yesterday Was A Closed Book, Tomorrow, However,

As The Rain Falls And The Sun Shines, They Grow, Grow, Grow; Minds So Open, They Go Through Life Aware And Accepting, Seeing Light Where There's Dark, Seeing Possibility In Dead Ends, Tasting Victory As Others Spit Out Failure, Questioning Where Others Accept. Just A Little Less Jaded, A Little Less Cynical.

I Love It Here In Boston And I Love Studying Medicine. But It’s Not Home. Dublin Is Home. Being Back With You Felt Like Home. I Miss My Best Friend. I’ve Met Some Great Guys Here, But I Didn’t Grow Up With Any Of Them Playing Cops And Robbers In My Back Garden. I Don’t Feel Like They Are Real Friends. I Haven’t Kicked Them In The Shins, Stayed Up All Night On Santa Watch With Them, Hung From Trees Pretending To Be Monkeys, Played Hotel, Or Laughed My Heart Out As Their Stomachs Were Pumped. It’s Kind Of Hard To Beat That.

Every Small Thing Grows When You Nurture It, Rosie. Love Is Just The Same. But If That Is Making You Miserable Then, Leave And Find Something Else That Brings You Happiness You Deserve To Feel.

That's The Thing About Lessons, You Always Learn Them When You Don't Expect Them Or Want Them.

Why Do We Stop Believing In Ourselves? Why Do We Let Facts And Figures And Anything But Dreams Rule Our Lives?