Today I walked along westminster in my green dress eating a tomato.

My father was the second-last person to get into medical school in his class. He graduated among the top students. He used to tell me that it didn't really matter where you started out from so much as how hard you worked. People who put a lot of effort into life are ultimately the ones who are the most successful.

Some of us at Royal West were probably too used to riding on natural ability. Others, like Isabelle, have always been hardworking and talented. With every year, however...whenever work becomes more necessary...I find myself working less and less. I have always relied on inspiration, and it is becoming clear to me how little natural ability I actually possess.

I think walking along the train tracks was something I really needed to do.

You promised me the world, but all I wanted was the truth.