A Reader lives
A thousand lives
Before he dies.
The man who
Never reads
Lives only one.

Books don't
Change people;
Paragraphs
Do, sometimes
Even
Sentences.

Eccedentesiast

                         (.n) Someone who hides pain
                                                behind a smile.

" She said sorry often.
She apologized for apologizing too
much.
She said sorry like it was a greeting.
She apologized for everything that goes
wrong.
Because she labelled herself as a
disaster.
She was sorry for not being good
enough.
Because no one ever told her she was
good enough.
No one ever told her that she was
something more than
the mess inside her head and the
tsunami inside her heart.
So all she learned was to apologize for
every single breath she took."

my life is measured in numbers.
52002 days ive lived, ive breathed.
498 days since ive seen my mother.
175 days to find my change.
176 days till the first day of highschool.
my life is measured in numbers, and this is what keeps me sane.
seeing progress.