Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school.

You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.

and yet I feel that the most real home I'll ever have is the space where our roads merged and traveled along together... for a time.

Even a mistake is better than nothing.

You're more than a story.

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.

How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.