Don't stop believing in miracles.
But it's our curse and our blessing to remember the past and to know there's a future. —Charlie
He taught me to trust in tomorrow.
But today when I am 17 and warm and well fed, I'm keeping this journal for myself so I can always remember life as we knew it, life as we know it, for a time when I am no longer in the sunroom.
I have no privacy. But I feel so alone.
The last living boy in America drops into my bedroom only he wants to be a monk. I think that pretty much sums up my life.