"Sometimes you had to face it. You had to march right into the ugly middle. Otherwise you ended up flat against the wall, creeping fearfully around the edge of your life"-one of my favorite books

To Hope:
"When in my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my 'mind's eye' flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, etheral balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head..." Keats

I hate waiting. All my life I have been sitting idly waitng on poeple, news, and hope. I had to teach myself at an early age not to depend on people so much. Reading literarture among other things leave me with a greater feeling. Hope is something that no one can take away(though they try). So getting lost in a good book, or a play or a movie or... isn't a distraction its something good