I'm sitting in the bleachers, watching longingly as all the boys and umbumped girls in my Personal Health and Fitness class play Muggle Quidditch. I don't even like the game very much, I think it's silly, but I so miss physical activity that I'd be thrilled if I could run around the gymnasium with a broom between my legs, chasing after the human snitch wearing a gold pinny.

I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy

There's only one racing strategy that matters.It's the one I run by: Get in the lead and don't let anyone pass you.

I love you, too." But this hopeful farewell does little to bring peace of mind, even now. Loving you has never been the problem. What's troubling me is how loving you may never be enough.

Humans find meaningfulness where none exists because we want to create a sense of order in this chaotic universe. It's called apophenia. (And it's also the reason people believe in God.)

And so I’ll let you go, and let it be. Whatever

Excuse our appearances. We are taking apart yesterday, to make way for tomorrow