Oh God, please don't tell me this has been in vain
I need answers for what all the waiting I've done means

I feel like a cripple. I walk like one at least. Zealous excercise. Sundays are so strange. Saturday nights make them strange. Everything is so surreal these days.

"Hey, I think we should try this new thing at our house, like sleeping at night. You know, I'm instituting a new rule. We're going to sleep when we're tired. That sounds nice." -my dad at 9:30 last night.

It takes a lot to laugh, and it takes a train to cry.