In The Window, I Fantasize... About Providing

Youth Is Not Wasted On The Young, It Is Perpetrated On The Young.

I Had A Tumor. But It Was Great.

Unfortunately, There's No Greater Rhyme Or Reason As To Why It Would Be Me. And Since There Is No Answer As To Why Me, It's Not A Question I Feel Really Entitled To Ask.

But If One's Dreams Having To Come True Was The Only Referendum On Whether They Were Beautiful, Or Worth Dreaming, Well Then, No One Would Wish For Anything. And That Would Be So Much Sadder.

You Can't Win All The Contests And Then Lose At One Contest And Say, 'why Am I Not Winning This Contest As Well?' It's Random. So Truthfully, Again, Do I Wish It Weren't Me? Absolutely. I Still Can't Make That Logistic Jump To Thinking There's A Reason Why It Shouldn't Be Me.