| The mind is such a tricky thing. Living in a world in which there are so many quick fixes puts people in a mindset that it shouldn't be put in. So many diagnoses, so many medicines to take. So many labels and overcoming. What's to overcome in the end? Is anything as bad as we think it is? What's the "norm"? Maybe there shouldn't be one. Because nobody's normal--we all have some kind of problem. So people should stop assuming and relating "bad" and "trouble" and "shouldn't be" to certain situations. Too bad we're all human.
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| Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on th' event
A thought which, quartered, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward--I do not know
Why yet I live to say "This thing's to do,"
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
To do 't
"I know it might seem wrong but it's probably a good idea"
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| Things get frustrating when trying your hardest isn't good enough.
And even more frustrating when you're not able to try your hardest.
I think that's just plain wrong.
We really can be that good. But we all need to be in it together.
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| I officially have absolutely no idea where I want to go to college.
Every time I talk or think about one of my top three colleges, I talk about it like I'm going there. It feels like I have a 70% chance of going to ALL of them.
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| I was just remembering my first vacation. I was in first grade, and my family and I visited Key West. We had to write a summary about it for school, and I really wanted to use the "to" with two o's, because I just learned it and it was so exciting. Mom told me what to write on the way back from the plane and I wrote it.
This weekend I'm visiting a college. In Florida. Miles away from my family. It's funny how some days that sounds so good, and other's majorly depressing.
I stop and look and all the wonderful things I have every single day, and I still feel like things are slipping by without noticing.
Sometimes it's so incredibly painful how beautiful everything is, because you have to let go of it all eventually.
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