What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies." "We're all going to want cookies if the world comes to an end," Mrs. Nesbitt agreed. "And chips and pretzels. If the world is coming to an end, why should I care about my blood pressure?" "Okay, we'll die fat," Mom said.

But I don't want to have to stop feeling. I really think I'd rather die than stop feeling.

I'm 16 years old. Let me get my learner's permit first. then I'll worry about lifetime commitments

I have no privacy. But I feel so alone.

I feel myself shriveling along with my world, getting smaller and harder. I'm turning into a rock, and in some ways that's good, because rocks last forever. But if this is how I'm going to last forever, then I don't want to.

Life catches you by surprise. It always does. But there's good mixed in with the bad. It's there. You just have to recognize it.

Don't stop believing in miracles.