We accept the love we think we deserve.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.
And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.
I would die for you. But I won't live for you.
So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won't tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn't change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have.
I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.
It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.
It's strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.
I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
This moment will just be another story someday.
Enjoy it. Because it's happening.
She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.
He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.
And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope they feel it's enough. I really do because they've made me happy. And I'm only one person.
We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough
And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.
And all the books you've read have been read by other people. And all the songs you've loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that's pretty to you is pretty to other people. and that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing 'unity.