June 23, 2012

• Funny how a melody sounds like a memory

  

  Sorry, but I don’t need part time people in my life. You’re either with me or you’re not. You can’t just come and go as you please.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  The worst feeling is when someone makes you feel special, then suddently leaves you hanging and you have to act like you don’t care at all.

  

  

  

  

  

  You should have a guy that makes you feel happier, not upset. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for. 

  

  

  

  

  

  That’s what life is about. Those moments when you feel entirely carefree, like nothing can touch you. It’s those moments that make the hard parts so worth it. It’s moments like that that make this heartache bearable. I know it’ll pass – my moments will come.

  

  

  

  

  

  Bad stuff happens sometimes. Always remember that, but remember that you have to move on, somehow. You just pick up your head and stare at something beautiful like the sky, or the ocean, and you’ll move the hell on.

  

  

  

  

  

   

  People are going to talk about you. Especially when they envy you and the life you live. Let them. You affected their lives, but they didn’t affect yours.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  It’s okay that you’re with her. I want you to know that it’s okay. I’m happy for both of you and maybe that doesn’t mean anything to you, but it means a lot to me. It means that for the first time, I’m not selfish. I have put someone else’s happiness, your happiness, above my own.

  

  

  

  

  

  Having a bad day? There’s a Taylor Swift song for that.

  

  

  

  

  

  

   

  That’s the problem with us, we’re too much alike. We’re stubborn asses and always want to get our own way. We both hate to be wrong and love to be right. But that’s the thing about love. No matter what happens, we always come back for each other one more time.

  

  

  

  

  

  

   

  And you know, Disney really fucked it up for me. Lifetime movies and every single thing about love on TV and in books has given me the wrong impression. I look at every man and I see potential. But none of them have this ideal version of love like I have had all my life. I keep looking at love like it should make the world stop, like you should lose your breath with the person, but it never really happens like that, does it? Because in the end, life isn’t a movie. You live, you love, you die, there is no grand plan to it all. There’s just this.

  

  

  

  

  

  

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