I’d rather be weird and happy than normal and miserable.
Too bad guys aren’t like Mr. Potato Head Where you can pick and choose which parts you want. Then we might come up with a guy who meets your standards. – Maggie.
I want to be the kind of person who can do that. Move on and forgive people and be healthy and happy. It seems like an easy thing to do in my head. But it’s not so easy when you try it in real life.
I can’t take it anymore. The waiting. The wanting. Something inside me snaps. I hate myself. I hate that I have to deal with this. I hate my life. And I hate how I can’t count on anyone to be completely there when I need them, exactly the way I need them to be.
It’s about how you’re like a lighthouse, always searching far into the distance. But the thing you’re looking for is usually close to you and always has been. That’s why you have to look within yourself to find answers instead of searching beyond.
Life would be so much easier if fictional boys were real.
We can’t help who we love. Love isn’t logical, or even our choice. Love chooses us.
Things fall apart, even when you think they’re stronger than anything you could ever imagine.
I’m thinking that it might actually be possible for things to work out sometimes. Definitely not everything and maybe not the way you imagined. But sometimes, when you least expected it, life surprises you.
It’s weird how time can change something you thought would always stay the same.
For one day there will be nothing left, yet we will have something. -me- I tried to wait for my life to begin. Something has to happen. Like an amazing boy. I know he’s out there. I just have to find him.
If you have to explain about how something’s supposed to feel, it takes away all the magic.
I mean, maybe under the surface, somewhere that’s hard to see, I’ve known it had to end for a long time. I just never thought I’d be the one to end it.
It feels incredible to be outside when I’m supposed to be inside. The sensation of freedom is intoxicating. – Sara.