"It's never too late."

Please. I see you beginning to be carried away and I really dont want this to happen to you too. I've seen way too many amazing people with so much to offer just give up on things they have always wanted because they'd rather be high all the time. Not you too. Please.

I mean, I'm not saying I'm an angel, but I can control myself. Advice: if you have an addictive personality, DON'T DO IT. Hardly anything makes me lose respect for somebody faster than when I see them going overboard with a substance. Their priorities change and since humans are what they think and what theye do, the person changes.

What about all of the grand plans we had? What about our dreams to become famous? I know, priorities do change as we learn and grow, but I think the goal is for these priorities to reflect what we want from life.

Why waste time? I'd hate for you to look back and think that the previous years have been lived for no purpose. What are you waiting for? Seriously, what's your problem?

When people tell you that "it's never too late," know that it is. There are some things (people, events, feelings, opportunities) that you will never be able to get back, it IS too late. this is the real world, it's not supposed to be cushioned.

sometimes i just don't care how things come out, as long as they leave my mind for a while.

put it on the floor and someone will think it's real.

I'm not going to get lost. We'll all travel different paths, similar in beginning and end, but I know that I'll walk beside someone at some point. Have you ever realized just how wonderful life is?

The ease of words flowing from my fingertips at the computer is slowed by not a lack of things to say, but rather the opposite. How do I choose what is most important? To me? To others?

My grandmother Evelyn was a source of unity for the family. Actually, looking back on my previous years, my universe practically revolved around her. After school, I would wander over to her house to hopefully make progress on my homework and have conversations in fluent sarcasm and dry humor. God, I wish I could know more about her life. Her heart was one to be envied and her style was unmistakably classy. Dignified.

I started missing her before she was gone; I began mourning her death before it was close.

Mam, I will never stop loving you. I wish I could communicate this to you now. Why didn't I know more about you?