As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.

And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope they feel it's enough. I really do because they've made me happy. And I'm only one person.

Incidentally, I only have one cavity, and as much as my dentist asks me to, I just can't bring myself to floss.

I wonder what my speech would be.

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

He’s my whole world.” “Don’t ever say that about anyone again. Not even me.

I sat down and tried to write a story. "Ian MacArthur is a wonderful sweet fellow who wears glasses and peers out of them with delight." That was the first sentence. The problem was that I just couldn't think of the next one. After cleaning my room three times, I decided to leave Ian alone for a while because I was starting to get mad at him.