It took me a sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mints and forty minutes to get over that boy.

We idealize them as gods or dismiss them as animals.

Keys show up when you reconcile yourself to the bus.

There will come a time, when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything.

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

There were so many of us who would have to live with things done and things left undone that day. Things that did not go right, things that seemed okay at the time because we could not see the future. If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions. But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.