Thank God for books and music and things I can think about.
I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.”
Why am I always looking at life through a window?
P.S. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard.
There are so many doors to open. I am impatient to begin.