My Thoughts Create My World -marcus Flutie

It Kind Of Makes Me Wish That The Worst Thing That Will Ever Happen To Me Would Just Hurry Up And Happen Already. That Way I Could Live The Rest Of My Life In Bliss, If Only Because I Know How Much Worse Things Could Be.

And Yet I Know I Am Too Young, That We're Too Young, For Me To Live My Life Only As It Relates To You. If You Had Asked Me To Marry You The Night You First Told Me About Your Acceptance, I Would Have Embraced Princeton As Part Of A Larger Plan That Involved Me. I Probably Would Have Reacted Differently. I Might Even Had Said Yes. Alas, You Didn't Ask Me Then. You Made Plans For Your Future Without Me In Mind, And That's Okay. But How Can You Now Ask Me To Arrange My Life Around You?

Every Day, I Live A Lie But Not The Crocodile Kind.

This Is My New Hobby. I Watch My Life Depart Minute By Minute. I Anticipate The End Of Everything And Anything -- A Conversation, A Class, Track Practice, Darkness -- Only To Be Left With More Clock-watching To Take Its Place. I'm Continually Waiting For Something Better That Never Comes. Maybe It Would Help If I Knew What I Wanted.

Most Of My Friends From Columbia Are Going On To Get Advanced Degrees. And Why Not? A Ph.d. Is The New M.a., A Master's Is The New Bachelor's, A B.a. Is The New High School Diploma, And A High School Diploma Is The New Smiley-face Sticker On Your First-grade Spelling Test.