A single moment, a single memory...frozen in time. 8. The magic number. Everything we've accomplished, everything we've felt, made us strong. Here we come sophmore year!

We began as nothing. We are now something. Now, where are we going?

Math is the enemy. Lunch is the savior.

Can you feel safe in the hands of friends? Can friends stay long enough to....There it is. Can friends stay. It's a constant cycle of "who am i hanging out with this week" or "god, she is so annoying. I think i might dump her for someone better" A sick cycle of people who just use others because they crave entertainment. Crave laughter. Crave company. Nothing special. A "booty call" if you wish. It's not the quantity that counts, it's quality. What beauty you can find in a friend and is there more to her/him than what is shown to the clothed eye? Giving up is quitting, and quitting is hurting more than your heart.

He's Solid
You're Fractured

He's Hopeful
You're hopeless

He's always there
You're half there

He's Faithful
You're so not

He's giving
You're afraid to give

He's honest
You lie all the time

He's loving
You don't know how to love....


~Ellen Hopkins "Identical"