“I just Googled "Ninjas".It came back "Ninjas cannot be found."- Well played Ninjas... well played.”

“Sometimes we need to do things we'd rather not do, in order to get the peace that we need; to look after our own well-being and to return to a healthy state. Decisions we may make may hurt others at times. Sometimes it hurts us too. I have found myself in situations like this recently. It a hard choice. But truly, there are times that we have to take care of ourselves. Sometimes there are no good choices, just painful ones... Sometimes that's just how real life is.”

“Last night I had a nightmare. That me and someone I cared a lot about were playing a game in a pool. We'd take turns submerging ourselves under the water while the other person kept time.At one point it felt like the other person might be drowning, so  I jumped in to pull her up. She smiled and laughed and pushed me away. Then she turned blue and died. I could not resuciate her.I woke up at 3, sweating, in shock and pain. Frightened. But then I realized it was only a dream. But then I realized it was just like real life...Sometimes people we care about play risky games and then don't want our help. There is nothing we can do for them, no matter how much we care...”

“When I was young, I used to think I was the weirdest person in the world. But then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone else out there who felt the same as me. Maybe that person might be out there wondering about me too? Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this... just know, that yes, it’s true I’m here and we're both weirdos!”

“My mom passed away 3 years ago. Recently, I found her “special” photo album- the one in which she saved her favorite pictures, postcards and memories. Halfway through the album I found a small, wrinkled, slip of paper. When I looked closer, I could see that it was a “re-admittance” slip for me, to get back into school... in the 10th grade! Why would she save that all these years???”

“YOUYou are that song that plays rarely on the radio,But when it does I have to sing it out loud…You are the water that formed a puddle on a rainy day,that I played in,When I was only eight years old.You are the first snowfall of the season,And the reason I like the morning...You’re a single seashell that washed up onto the shore.You are my set of old medalsHidden deep in a drawer…You are the sun, the moon, the stars, and all the planets. You are the first breath of a baby just born.Eres una dandelion que encuentro,I pull, make a wish, then blow.You are the sunrise that I tried to paint after I woke up in Eilat.You give the nights its meaning… to dream, while others just sleep.You are my 3rd grade valentine,Read, frayed and loved a thousand times.Eres perfección envuelto en humildad…Eres oro, plata, y diamantes…Eres mi querido viejito Pooh, que nunca lo abandonare.You are my first time driving my brother’s Impala,When I was just fourteen.You are the name hidden deep inside my name…And I’m the fingers interlaced with yours.Eres el PS: I love you at the end la carta,Y yo soy el PS: I love you too.Somos el principio, el medio y la ultima palabraDe mi libro final.Eternamente nosotros, nosotros, nosotros…Porque nosotros siempre es mejorQue solamente… yo…YOU”

“I like BIG BOOKSand I cannot lie!”