I hate the moon. I hate tides and earthquakes and volcanoes. I hate a world where things that have absolutely nothing to do with me can destroy my life and the lives of people I love.

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.

What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies.

I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray.

Trust in tomorrow...Every day of your life, there's been a tomorrow. I promise you, there'll be a tomorrow. —Alex Morales to Miranda Evans

Great, the worlds coming to an end and we're fixing it with Band-Aids

Don't stop believing in miracles.