68-Revolve
“Now that things are getting this close, it’s new things I have to think about. Before I thought about what it would be like to kiss him, or run my hands through his hair, or to have him tell him he loves me. But I know now what that feels like, and now I have to think about other things. Now, when we’re approximately eight feet apart and we start walking towards each other, I measure how many steps it takes for us to collide. I think about what kind of thoughts run through his head. I’ve even begun to wonder (very unselfishly, I’m quite proud of myself) what he does when he’s not with me. Because I know for a fact that his world doesn’t revolve nearly as much around me as mine revolves around him.”

69-On Worldly Unfairness
“It’s weeks like these when I wonder why stuff happens, and other stuff doesn’t. Why does the most innocent, pure, sweet, beautiful thing have to die without warning, but yet the murders and rapists and terrorists get to go along living their lives as if they aren’t sucking the goodness out of the world? Why do the snobs who don’t work a day in their lives get endless amounts of money for their solid gold heels while the weathered old man prays to keep his house? Why does the genetically blessed girl get the genetically blessed guy while the slightly-less-genetically-blessed girl who actually loves said genetically blessed guy not get the previously mentioned genetically blessed guy? Sometimes I think the world is just plain unfair to people, animals, plants, inanimate objects. Life needs to be an endless basket of goodness. But I guess then it wouldn’t be any fun.”

70-To be Unfiltered
“You know, there are moments where I wish I could take off the filter. I wish I could take off the filter on my words, on my actions, on my behavior. I wish I could say, do, and act how I wanted, and nobody would care. I’ll readily admit that there are moments that I wish I could curse like a sailor (Like the ones where I stub my toe reallyreallyreally hard. Not cool, man, not cool.), or times I wish I could jump on a table (in public) and scream and dance and sing. I (stupidly and childishly) wish that I had someone I loved as more than a friend. I wish that I could tell people what I’m really thinking (which I do, most of the time. But to some people I would reallyreallyreally like to speak my mind). But there are also cons to having no filter. No filter = no respect, no jobs, no money, no friends (most likely) and (possibly) being disowned. So, out of respect, love and affection for my family and surroundings, I will remain properly filtered and not shame the family name.”