"Oh Captain, My Captain"

Yeah, I overreacted again. Or you read this and figured out who you are. If you did read it, read this. I love you. I know you're totally against being committed in high school; but something about you just feels right... Just a short one today, I'm off to bed. It's about 2205. Night.

"A sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain. His hands reach out and choke me. And all the time he's mumbling. Mumbling truth. Truth like-like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream"
—Ethan Hawke (Dead Poets Society)