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I was running from one problem or place to another, with no time left to study, or sleep, or just breathe. I felt pulled in all directions, fighting to keep all these obligations circling in the air above me. It was only a matter of time before something fell.

She can be anything, Boo told me, and this is what I remember most, her freckled face so solemn, as if she knew she was the first to tell me. And so can you.

If there's one thing I've learned in the last few months, it's that sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.

During this time we've been apart, it's you I've thought of when I'm at my weakest, and you who have pulled me through.

I was drowning in broad daylight and no one could tell.

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

It's so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.

It's funny how someone's perception of you can be formed without you even knowing it.

Behind the camera, I was invisible. When I lifted it up to my eye it was like I crawled into the lens, losing myself there. and everything else fell away.

I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell anyone. As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real.

After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.

How is it that one way of seeing the world becomes so widely shared that institutions, technologies, production systems, buildings, cities, become shaped around that way of seeing?