I just want you to come back from across the world so I can come home to you where I know you'd listen, loyally, to my most stressful day of work.

I am completely and utterly terrified of reacting the same way I used to, of treating you terribly, of being completely unavailable to you, the one person I don't want to treat that way, the one person I want to be completely available to.

I have changed. I can deal with so much more now. I have learned so much since.

Things I am to other people:

- A hedgehog - pointy, spiney on the outside, soft on the inside.

- A bit dainty and folksy

To be continued...

A boy asked me, "What does being too passionate and too sincere look like?"
How do you not know? It looks like Bruce Springsteen when he sings, Irish people when they play instruments in a big crowd, and my dad when he lectures.

I am so grateful I had my dad, who taught me about the universe and Bruce Springsteen.

I'm crippled by my jealousy of people who weren't forced to leave their home and move away from all of their loved ones, especially lately.

My self imposed living breathing distractions can't distract me from you.

Maybe it'll take me only four years to be happy for you too.

It's crazy realizing a friend liked you more when you were miserable because happiness is what they had over on you.

The love I've lost might kill me.

I wonder what it's like for people to create and think and get through the world without depression.

I have news for you, friends. No one is really actually a lone wolf.