Very few things matter and nothing matters very much.

got it?

The days are long but the years are short, my friend.

"There's not an ounce of excitement, not a whisper of a thrill. This relationship has all the passion of a pair of titmice. I want you to get swept away out there. I want you to levitate. I want you to sing with rapture and dance like a dervish...Be deliriously happy. Or at least leave yourself open to be....I know it's a cornball thing, but love ( Read more... )

I've written you many unsent letters in my mind; this will be the last. It started with a young, innocent romance and it ends with two people who can never be friends. Not because they hate each other but because it's pointless. You've screwed me over, seduced me, and ignored me. I'm done.