The only thing I can’t stand more than seeing something done wrong is seeing it done slowly.
But for now, I just sat there on the bed and listened to my song. The one that had been written for me by a man who knew me not at all, now sung by the one who knew me best.
Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.
There are worse addictions than reality TV, chocolate and coffee.
The health of the people I love is all that really matters in this world. Period.
I always have a goal, even if I keep it to myself. It allows me to keep pushing myself.
It’s never something huge that changes the everything, but instead the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while you’re busy focusing on the big picture.
As if it didnt matter what was on, but instead how hard i was listening.
I hated high school. I was not the greatest student, participated in no activities, and spent most of my time hanging out in my parking lot.
My sister, who never understood most of the things I wanted her to, might have been able to understand what had happened to me in this summer of weddings and beginnings. And she was right. The first boy was always the hardest.
Life has a way of disregarding even your best intentions.
My dad is a retired Shakespeare professor, my mother a retired classicist. Suffice to say I grew up in a house full of books, where reading was encouraged if not required.
Events conspired to bring you back to where you’d been. It was what you did then that made all the difference: it was all about potential.
But you only get so many do-overs in this life, so many chances to, if not change your past, alter your future.
I always wrote about girls that went to the beach and had that summer that changed everything. So I was interested in what it would be like to live in a tourist town where everyone has these life changing experiences, but your whole life is there.
But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.
It’s so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.
All of my stories, they don’t come from my high school experience, but they’re definitely based on things that happened to me in high school, or things that happened to friends of mine, or things that I wish had happened to me.
You knew the truth all along, Colie. That’s all matters. You knew.
It’s the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth.