Cherish the time we have left.
Cry inside and out (You won't).
For its too late for words now.

A friend wrote this; I like it.

No one has to see you fall or fail.
You can let go without lies;
get your hands dirty and not die.
What a beautiful accident?
Anything can be acceptable.

People might say you don't belong.
Well, you don't belong... with them.
Mistakes
can make miracles.
Miracles can lead to accusations.

If someone steals your heart,
be kind. Be ( Read more... )

Every day I go against my own word and let everyone down.

(and turn you down.)

I finally sat down and figured out my moving date. August 15.

So, with only 7 weeks left in Marquette, I think my emotions have gotten the best of me lately.
Every country song and silent moment has me struggling to keep it together. I want to hold on forever.
Growing up really isn't all that great...

I wish I didn't have to rely on crossed fingers and say everything in silence.

Why'd you ever stop...?
What changed?

Days later, your touch still absolutely disgusts me.
And your words, still hurt.

I moved into this house, friends with all 7 people.
I'll probably move out of this house, friends with... 1.

More often than not, there were disagreements and built-up tension, but I also felt that my feelings were hurt more than once, too.
Altogether, I can't really pinpoint my emotions on this one.

Sometimes, when I know you're thinking about trucks, "second homes", and dogs, I think about how fortunate I am to have you. You are incredible and still as intriguing as the day I met you.

In every absurdity, lies some truth.