I want revenge, but I don’t want to screw up my karma.
My thing is that I’m in love with love. Actually, I’m in love with the possibility of true love. Which could be considered a major problem.
It’s unbelievable how you can affect someone else so deeply and never know.
Just when it seems like life is getting good, something always has to come along and ruin it.
And I just think that if you believe in something and you want it so much and you’re not hurting anyone else, you have to go for it. Which sometimes means taking a risk, even if it’s scary. But the thing you want most to happen doesn’t stand a chance unless you give it one.
If you see someone being bullied, make it stop. Why is that so hard for us to do?
No one can save me except myself.
I have to get my life back on track. Order as an antidote to chaos. Calm after the storm.
But this is such a “Wheel” moment. That song rocks. The best part is where John Mayer says how our connections are permanent, how if you drift apart from someone there’s always a chance you can be part of their life again. How everything comes back around again.
It’s just like John Mayer says in “Slow Dancing in a Burning Room”. When it’s this bad, you have to get out or you’ll get burned.
The huge problems we deal with every day are actually really small. We’re so focused on what bothers us that we don’t even try to see our lives from a clearer perspective.
Sometimes in the midst of all your boy drama, you just need a cupcake.
All I can do is hope.
He never gives up on who I am or who I could be. He doesn’t run away when things get complicated.
Now that I know where this life is going, it’s time to decide how I’ll get there.
It’s up to me to create the life I want.
The past doesn’t just disappear after it’s happened.
We know each other in a way that no one else can. We share a history that makes us permanently connected.
And there are a million possibilities. Like the possibility of going separate ways. Together.
I just want to write. It’s like once I get those obsessive thoughts out of my head, once they’re written down, they’re somehow set free and I can move on.