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January 26, 2013

I hate being alone

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If you ever decide to go, I want a warning. You know, big flashing red lights and one of those clocks that counts down like a bomb in a movie. And there’s a whole bunch of colored wires and I’m not sure which is the right one to cut but I guess the green one and then at the last second, no, the red one, then click, it stops with three-tenths of a second left but then you don’t leave. Like that, okay?

I’ve got this crazy idea we forgot about what everyone else wants for us and decide for ourselves what we want our lives to be.

I, long ago, learned not to be picky with farewells. They weren’t guaranteed, nor promised. You were lucky, blessed even, if you got a goodbye at all.

There shouldn’t be levels of honesty. Just honesty.

It always rains the hardest on the people who deserve the sun.

In the car with older boys. Liquor to be drank, fun to be had. These are the perks of high school.

Life has taught us that love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.

Happiness should depend on what you can give, not what you can get.

The little things make me laugh. It’s not hard to please me. I’m a free spirit. I’m strong and determined. I love to look at the stars. I’m just a girl – and that’s all I wanna be.

Show the world that they were wrong.

Life is just one big road with lots of signs. So when your riding through the ruts, don’t complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don’t bury your thoughts, put your visions to reality. Wake up & live.

I’m the type of girl that waits until exactly 11:11 to make a wish, the type that would rater eat a big mac then a rice cake, and listen to Christmas music to try to fall asleep. Everyone knows her at school, doesn’t care if a boy likes her, but does care if he messes with her. She doesn’t like to get hurt, but she hates watching people get hurt. She loves a boy deeply, but she’s pretty sure that he doesn’t like. But honestly, that’s okay. It’s okay to just love someone. Yeah, it’s okay.

It seems like just yesterday we would stay up late out on your front lawn talking about where we’ve been and all the places we’re going. We would lose track of time watching cars pass us by and I would sneak back home before the sunrise, and how every day would seem so long and every night could go on.

You said we wouldn’t make it, but look how far we’ve come.