I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.

I still felt fondness for her - fondness, that pleasant, detached mix of admiration and sentiment, appreciation and nostalgia.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

I've worn black today, because I've heard so often that it's supposed to be slimming. But instead I am this sphere of darkness submarining through the halls.

I am a firm believer in serendipity- all the random pieces coming together in one wonderful moment, when suddenly you see what their purpose was all along.

Knowledge is the only thing I take with me when I go.

I have no more idea now of who I am than I did before. But at least I know that. And I'm starting to figure out who I want to be.