"Staying true to yourself is a hard thing to think about too, because then you would have to know what to stay true to. As we grow and as we learn I think it's harder to just stick to a list of rules. Rules have exceptions, and that's another thing we learn. We learn a lot of things and sometimes I think picking a point of view is being close minded, or that's just me being lazy."

-Love is permanent and it's driven straight into our chests.
It's buried much too deep to just pull out like weeds in a
garden, It's permanent. And well, I'm sorry.

I just realized how much I hate this place. How insignifigant these people think they are. I guess I brought most of this upon myself. Maybe I believed we were all more important than we actually are. Maybe there's an imaginary line I crossed somewhere, that would explain alot. It would make sad sense. I am not a hermit, trapping myself in my own head, nor am I a pessimist worrying about all the lives I'm not living. I've got bones, and eardrums and eyes, just like you. We all walk, and hear and see the same way. So what's left to contemplate? I can't pinpoint exactly what it is that I'm trying to figure out. I don't know how to solve this problem, whatever it is. It seems the more I learn, the less I know. The answers are sewed somewhere under the seams and I just can't move fast enough to find them all.

Nevermind what hatas say,
ignore 'em till they fade away

I feel like you're the only person I've met who's actually alive.

If you read this, reply with a memory you had of me and you this past year

Good friends, good books
and a sleepy conscience.
That's the ideal life.

Oh, such a prima donna.
I'm sorry for myself.

"All I'm saying is that big things come in small packages."

cmsc, bj, vh, db, gd, bb, dk, lm, jks, mb, sb, eg, sm, gm, it

-simonds high school
-living in st.martins
-jeffs car
-friday nights
-the tunes
-my guardian angel

I'd rather see the world from another angle,
We are everyday angels.

These roads don't know how I got here,
and neither do you