And this will be the conclusion of my blog. I have been sick for about 3 months and I wasted most of that time moping about how I was going to die but in the end I have to say that I am content. I am content with the short life I have lived. I am content with the friends I’ve made. I’m content with the choices I’ve made in life. I’m content with the love of my life that I’ve found but can no longer have so I must set her free. I’m content with the friend that I made that is like almost like a sister to me and I hope that she will find another person who is like a big brother to her. I’m content with everything that has occurred in my life. I’m content with the books I’ve read. I’m content with the lovely ladies I’ve been on a
dates with. I’m content with the girlfriend I had. I’m content with the people I’ve met and have gotten to love. I’m content with the life I have lived. I’m content. I’m content. I’m content. I’ve lived a very happy life. I love you all.
Goodbye.
-James Elijah Howard
Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. it doesn’t just catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future, the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which leads through it, the only one that can ever get you home.
Sarah Dessen, Just Listen (via quoted-books)My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create.
Ellen Hopkins, Impulse (via quoted-books)