we expect you.

Be what you would seem to be -- or, if you'd like it put more simply -- Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

run fast, and don't look back.

I'm more scared than I have ever been.





The thought of going to college is terrifying me. My course is going to be so much work, and so difficult. My roomates think college is going to be one big party all the livelong day. I can't have that. I have to work, so I can be the best, so I can leave, so I can run away. I need to get out of this town that's fucking choking me. I need to work, I need to keep my friends. I don't know how to do both.





I am scared I've done something terrible. One stupid unfunny joke has burned a bridge from shore to shore. And no whisper or shout or cry is enough to make it across. And I need to fix this.





Everything's fluttering around my head, all my worries and doubts and gnawings. I want them to leave me alone, so I can see. I need a wind to blow them away.





This makes me feel calm, if only for a little while. Like my heart is less trapped between my lungs.

That street should go on forever. I'd walk every day of it.