I feel infinite.
I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.
I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.
I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.
It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.
What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?
I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.