I'm never the same person when I go to sleep as when I wake up. The world keeps getting bigger every morning. I wish the world would stop being to big. What's wrong with a little world for a little me? But it's the little things that make life big.
And when people ask me, "Why are you so weird?," I never know what to say. But then I realize why would I be like THIS when I can be like THIS! When it comes down to it, I'm not weird, I'm gifted at living.
But some days I don't feel so good... somebody, please, give me a hug. Sometimes when I say "I'm ok," I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight, and say "I know you're not." I know I shouldn't be afraid of death, I should be afraid of an unlived life. And I want to live alone, because the greatest love is ruined by the bickering, the argument of living, so I want to live alone. I could be happy on my own. But I think I'm afraid of being happy.
I have no special talents, I'm just passionately curious. I'm not the girl that thinks a guy is the answer, I'm just tired of being alone. Sometimes I think my brain has too many things in it and I try to get rid of the stuff I don't need anymore. Some of it just won't budge though. One advantage of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries.
They say you know you're in love when your heart starts making more sense than your head. Why did I not see this before, the boy I adore was right in front of me. You're just jealous because we act retarded in public and people still love us. And in the end, I turned out liking you more than I originally planned. You've done it, and we who know you are not in the tiniest bit surprised. I have a tendency to fall in love with fictional characters, but not this time. More than anything, I want you to be thinking of me. You are my sunshine. And I'll tell you that if there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart, and I'll stay there forever. If we ever do part, I'll remind myself not to worry about the world ending today because it's already tomorrow in Australia. If the world ends in 2012, I'll have spent my whole life in school for nothing.
I thank God every time I remember you, though sometimes your lack of social skills astonishes me. When you want something you've never had, you have to do something you've never done, and yet, for a minute there, I lost myself. If you were waiting for the opportune moment, that was it.
I just want to sit in bed and snuggle and eat cereal and watch stupid movies with you all day long. Don't let the sweet face fool you, I'm a freak. Crazy I am. And you're crazy. I like crazy. So I just want to tell you I have my own stalkers, and, dear beautiful, don't ever forget how to be amazing. For that I say Merci Beaucoup.
They say don't judge a book by it's movie, so if Google didn't exist, we'd all be screwed, and life would be an epic fail. We keep waiting on the world to change, yet we know the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. I am the dream, and you are the dreamer, so hold your head high gorgeous. They will kill to see you fall. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you will join us and the world will live as one.
Sometimes it's hard to remember that you have been taught that there is something wrong with you, that you are imperfect, but there isn't and you're not. Yet we look for ourselves in everyone, and we feel like we are a fruit loop in a world of cherrios. We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection. But life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's learning to dance in the rain.
In the end, this... is a pen, and I use Avada Kedarva because Muggles can't prove it in court. And this is why I say eff Iraq, we need to catch Voldemort!
I thought today I'd write something clever here, then I thought, screw that. So Mario, you can thank me later for devoting my entire life to saving your girlfriend.
I am me. Love me.
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