I Can Feel What You’re Feeling Now

I Think Being A Teenager Is Such A Compelling Time Period In Your Life--it Gives You Some Of Your Worst Scars And Some Of Your Most Exhilarating Moments. It's A Fascinating Place; Old Enough To Feel Truly Adult, Old Enough To Make Decisions That Affect The Rest Of Your Life, Old Enough To Fall In Love, Yet, At The Same Time Too Young (in Most Cases) To Be Free To Make A Lot Of Those Decisions Without Someone Else's Approval.

And Yet, I Found I Could Survive. I Was Alert, I Felt The Pain - The Aching Loss That Radiated Out From My Chest, Sending Wracking Waves Of Hurt Through My Limbs And Head - But It Was Manageable. I Could Live Through It. I Didn't Feel Like The Pain Had Weakened Over Time, Rather That I'd Grown Strong Enough To Bear It.

The Sun Was Hot On My Skin, Too Bright As It Bounced Off The White Concrete And Blinded Me. I Felt Dangerously Exposed. More Fiercely Than I Would Have Dreamed I Was Capable Of, I Wished For The Green, Protective Forest Of Forks . . . Of Home.

Bella, Would You Please Stop Trying To Take Your Clothes Off?

Did You Know, You're Sort Of Beautiful?' 'you Hit Your Head Pretty Hard, Didn't You?