Who remembers everything about somebody?
And yeah, it got better. My stomach eventually went back to normal. I didn’t cry every day. But my heart. My heart will always be broken.
The rain fluctuates between drizzle and torrential. It messes with your mind. It makes you think things will always be like this, never getting better, always letting you down right when you though the worst was over.
Maybe there is no one perfect person and anyone you end up with will eventually make you think there’s someone better out there.
But maybe those things are like background noise if you’re from here. Maybe you have to experience this as a whole new place to appreciate it like I do.
It’s interesting how something that comes so easily to one person can be so impossible for someone else.
Apparently, it used to be extremely common for families to have two parents. They stayed together because that’s what all the other parents did. Now there are so many options, so many different ways to be a family. So many ways to rip a family apart.
Things don’t get better just because you want them to.
You can never completely know anyone, no matter how well you think you do. There will always be some truth about them you don’t ever get to know.
I’m not sure if our friendship is strong enough to survive into next year when we’re away at college. But. We know each other in a way that no one else can. We share a history that makes us permanently connected. So I have to hope for us. All I can do is hope.
You can’t ever know the real anybody unless you’re friends with them. And sometimes not even then.
I can’t tell how much of our connection is because of the things we still have in common or the one thing that bonds us for life. But no matter what happens, I know I can totally count on Erin for anything. And she knows I’d do anything for her.
Standing in the line at the food court, I try to be myself. But I forget how I usually stand when I’m myself.
Just because a person chooses to express themselves in an extreme way doesn’t mean they have an extreme personality.
I deserve to be happy. I’m sad it took me so long to get that. But I get it now.
Maybe it’s impossible to find everything you want in one person. Maybe everyone in your life gives you certain things you need. And your friends give you the rest of what you can’t get from your boyfriend.
This body is yours. It is your home. The keeper of your soul. The resting place of your spirit. No one can ever take that away.
When someone rips your heart out, there’s nothing you can do to change how you feel about them. You just have to keep feeling that way until it goes away. Until it never does.
Waiting for my real life to start is no excuse to waste the life I have right now.
There’s this total manwhore phenomenon happening, where even the geeks are player now. It’s like Manhattan is this giant playground and guys want to keep playing forever.