You can create fire.
Supernatural strength and inhuman agility.
You can rip open the earth with just a touch.
To see in friend in need, but but unable to do anything to help.
To lose a part of your identity. Your dream. Your passion.
For those you trust to betray you.
For your deepest, darkest secrets to be laid raw before those who look up to you.
Near the sea. I was born to surf, dude!
In the mountains. Fresh air and starry nights!
In the big city. Have you seen NYC?
I dunno. My car, maybe? As long as there's wifi, I'm good.
I've never felt so small.
Is the day over already?
I'll do better tomorrow!
Check for all the exits and anything can could work as a weapon. Assassins can hide anywhere.
Wave your hands and introduce yourself as the life of the party. Let's get this show on the road!
Drift over to the group of loners standing in the back munching Chex mix.
Somehow have ten people crowding around you, wanting to be your best friend, before you've said a word.
Decide you know exactly who you're unfriending the next time you are on Facebook.
Take the backpack, strap it on, and get a running start before vaulting off the cliff, smiling like crazy.
You dive off the edge, and watch as the ground rushes up at you, waiting for the last minute to pull the parachute cord.
Bite your fingernails and debate, finally deciding to call 911 and see if its safe.