miss my best friend Christina Karykous with all of my heart. These days could be so much better knowing that she was in proximity to me. I thought I’d be okay without her- I really, really did. Or maybe I was just thinking about it so much to the point where I could truly believe it but it’s not true. I want her back. I want my best friend back! I want someone to talk to who knows me and the way I go about things and to tell me that I’m being dramatic and stuff.
I love her. I’m empty without her.
But it’ll feel that much better when I finally see her again.
I hope she always remembers how much I love her and I hope she doesn’t find another Claudia.
First kiss: I was dating this boy Mychal, and I was 14 years old. We went to the movies and sat in the very back like 14 year olds do when they have a boyfriend/girlfriend. There we kissed. It was an awful kiss but it was a kiss.
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated don’t give way to hating And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master, If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools,
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with cowards and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds worth of distance run Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
QUESTION 9: WHAT YOU HOPE YOUR FUTURE WILL BE LIKE.
I do not think that far ahead. That’s simply how I see it. I don’t know the decisions I have yet to make and the choices that are in front of me. I do not seek the future because the future is always turning into the past, day by day, minute by minute, second by second and it’s just silly to plan stuff.
I hope I continue to have a future. That’s really it.