“You spend too much time slouched and demoralized. Your boyfriend suggests bicycling. Your roommate suggests a new boyfriend. You are said to be self-mutilating and losing weight, but you continue writing. The only happiness you have is writing something new, in the middle of the night, armpits damp, heart pounding, something no one has yet seen. You have only those brief, fragile, untested moments of exhilaration when you know: you are a genius. Understand what you must do. Switch majors. The kids in your nursery project will be disappointed, but you have a calling, an urge, a delusion, an unfortunate habit. You have, as your mother would say, fallen in with a bad crowd.”

Be charming

It wasn't maiden-up, the falling or the faded luck

Nothing worth having is ever easy but sometimes I wish stepping back into your life could be. Everywhere I go, I still breathe you in; I exhale thoughts of what it could have been like. I've been working on my frailness of felicity - I think it will pay off. 

I should speak up when I'm happy more often.
I should tell people how I truly feel, not keep it a mystery. I don't want to be an open book but I know I should allow myself to be read.

"I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. [This is] why I am terrible."

To all my fellow RAOL companions:

Check out the link, it may interest you
http://www.booooooom.com/2012/07/02/i-wish-you-were-here-project/