No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.

I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I've cried a few times, but mostly I'm empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and laugh and love has been surgically removed, leaving me hollowed out like a shell.

Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count.

But I bring it up to let you know that this is the way I feel right now. Like Pluto and Jupiter are aligned with the earth and I'm floating.

You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love.

It's my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood disease just to make it easier on me and also on them.