A story doesn't start with the end. And the protagonist never gets the to the ending, happy or sad, without going through the entire novel first.

But, life is not a book, and certainly not one that starts with the end.

We cannot control those around us. We can't control what the future will bring. We only have control over now.

Will you smile or frown?

Will you dance or sit in the chairs on the side?

Will you eat the pie or eat the celery stick?

Will you laugh loud or snicker quietly?

Will you kiss him, or always wish you had?

Will you give the homeless man a dollar or walk by?

Will you read a good book or watch reality tv?

Will you scream or keep it inside?

Will you act on your impulses or constantly plan?

Will you explore or stay inside?

And when that opportunity comes, will you take it, or question yourself?

There is no man with a typewriter, deciding what you say next or choosing who comes into your life. You are writing your own story, with every word you speak and ever chance you take. Life doesn't come with a story board, so take your freedom and make something out of it.

Never say "I can't", because, darling, success isn't what the world tells us it is. It's writing your own definiton.

Success- noun.1. smiling even when you're sad. 2. having someone you can count on. 3. knowing that who you are is an ever-changing thing, and that every day you are becoming yourself.

limits mean nothing.

It's kind of emotionally draining

In that moment, you realized he was a human. Humanity isn’t about morals and rules, it’s about the feeling you get when you look at another person, I mean, really look at them. And you realize that all the emotions and thoughts that run around your mind are running around theirs.

Maybe one day I'll be completely free

Sometimes I wish I had stranger with a boom box follow me around, and when I gave him the cue, he played my soundtrack. He'd play whatever song best fit the mood and events surrounding me. And then, at the end of my life, I could remember moments with songs, moments of silence, and moments where I wish a different song had been played.

but finding someone for this full time job who isn't a creep seems too difficult to even attempt.

Lately I've found something out about myself. When I imagine conversations that have happened, I wish had happened, may happen, or I hope will happen I mouth the words that i imagine will be/were said. not only that, but I plaster the expression I imagine others having on my face.

I wonder if anyone watches the girl who talks to herself, odd facial expressions and all.

Today I didn't go to fourth period.

Instead, Ezra and I walked to the pond.

We stood on the frozen lake, and we walked through the paths. Talking and laughing. We stopped and I looked around, my breath was suddenly stolen from me. The pond was white and barely visible through the thickage, the dead trees surrounding us. Most snow had melted, leaving a few dirty patches on the muddy ground. I looked at Ezra and said, "It's Shockingly Beautiful"

And he said,

"I know, it's so ugly"

and that seemed like the perfect thing to say.

I wouldn't have been surprised if I found a camera crew following us, because today, my life felt like a movie.

ready, set, breathe