I'm In Crisis. I'm About

Ever Notice How People Wait Until They're Not Going To See You Anymore To Say Something Nice To You?

Where's My Syllabus To Guide Me Through Life?

I Almost Can’t Believe I’m Going To Make Myself Vulnerable To Him Again. But What Is Love But The Most Extreme And Exquisite Form Of Risk Perception? I Know That Relationships Don’t Last. And Yet, With Him, The Risk Of Not Being With Him Is Much Worse Than Any Other Hurt I Can Imagine.

You, Yes, You, Linger Inside My Heart The Same You Who Stopped Us Before We Could Start.

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.