I've Learned That You Can't Control What

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.

I Used To Think That I Wouldn't Change Anything From My Past, Because Doing So Would Inevitably Affect Who I Am Now. But Considering My Current State, I'm Thinking It Might Not Be A Bad Idea To Go Back In Time To Fix Things.

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.

I Love When I Reach Marcus On The Phone And As He Says Hello, I Can Hear The Music He's Listening To In The Background. That Music Is The Sound Of Him Without Me. How He Surrounds Himself When I'm Not There, Which Is Almost All The Time.

There’s Too Much Tension In The World… What Hope Is There In The Middle East If You And I Can’t Make Peace.