We accept the love we think we deserve.
I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.
I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.
Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
I would die for you. But I won't live for you.
I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.
It's nice to have things to look forward to.
I sat down and tried to write a story. "Ian MacArthur is a wonderful sweet fellow who wears glasses and peers out of them with delight." That was the first sentence. The problem was that I just couldn't think of the next one. After cleaning my room three times, I decided to leave Ian alone for a while because I was starting to get mad at him.
please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.