...he Makes Me Feel Out Of Control

I Almost Can’t Believe I’m Going To Make Myself Vulnerable To Him Again. But What Is Love But The Most Extreme And Exquisite Form Of Risk Perception? I Know That Relationships Don’t Last. And Yet, With Him, The Risk Of Not Being With Him Is Much Worse Than Any Other Hurt I Can Imagine.

All Subjects Are The Same. I Memorize Notes For A Test, Spew It, Ace It, Then Forget It. What Makes This Scary For The Future Of Our Country Is That I'm In The Tip-top Percentile On Every Standardized Test. I'm A Model Student With A Very Crappy Attitude About Learning.

My Thoughts Create My World -marcus Flutie

You Don't Have To Agree With Me, But I Think The Heart Of Who We Are Stays Pretty Much The Same," Hope Said, "what Changes Is How Those Core Traits Manifest Themselves Over Time.

I Thought Marcus Was Going To Be In My Life Forever. Then I Thought I Was Wrong. Now He’s Back. But This Time I Know What’s Certain: Marcus Will Be Gone Again, And Back Again And Again And Again Because Nothing Is Permanent. Especially People. Strangers Become Friends. Friends Become Lovers. Lovers Become Strangers. Strangers Become Friends Once More, And Over And Over. Tomorrow, Next Week, Fifty Years From Now, I Know I’ll Get Another One-word Postcard From Marcus, Because This One Doesn’t Have A Period Signifying The End Of The Sentence. Or The End Of Anything At All.