just remember that ill always love you.
you see, the most beautiful thing about music, besides the sound and the words and the voice and the emotion and the relativity, is the fact that you can listen to a song about anything.
and its about you.
"theres nothing i can say that will make you feel ok
and theres nothing you can do to stop me feeling the way i do
and if the chance should happen that i never see you again
just remember that ill always love you"
ive just finished "the perks of being a wallflower" for the third time.
literally five minutes ago.
i feel like the way that i write is really similar to charlies.
or stephen chboskys, or whatever.
except that i am a little more grammatically correct.
and definitely less naive.
although actually, charlies had sex and he drinks and smokes cigarettes and marijuana and has explored a same sex relationship.
so maybe im more naive than him.
but maybe thats not what determines naivity.
he matures a lot, though.
and now ive read this novel as many times as "a prayer for owen meany," which means that it must be very important to me.
i have highlighted every passage in the book that means something to me, and now its a pink hi-liter mess.
to highlight; its funny that thats a verb.
i wish that i had a writing style that really grabs you and makes you interested like charlies, or like erikas.
next year, i am going to be living in the nicest suite in the nicest building in the nicest dorm that my school has to offer.
thats feels pretty damned good.
and i want to keep reading emily dickinson.
and i may have a pinched nerve in my neck.
and FAFSAs done, according to my mom, whom i am lucky to have.
i always feel that i have too much to say, and that its too much about which to care.
but i care an awful lot about everyone else, so i guess that i can put my thoughts out into the world and wish them the best, too.
ill leave you with this:
tomorrow, wear your hearts on your sleeves.
in commemoration of the twelfth year since the passing of kurt donald cobain, please just say a prayer in your head.
and if you care enough, wear a nirvana shirt.
this girl, at least, will.
and its about you.
"theres nothing i can say that will make you feel ok
and theres nothing you can do to stop me feeling the way i do
and if the chance should happen that i never see you again
just remember that ill always love you"
ive just finished "the perks of being a wallflower" for the third time.
literally five minutes ago.
i feel like the way that i write is really similar to charlies.
or stephen chboskys, or whatever.
except that i am a little more grammatically correct.
and definitely less naive.
although actually, charlies had sex and he drinks and smokes cigarettes and marijuana and has explored a same sex relationship.
so maybe im more naive than him.
but maybe thats not what determines naivity.
he matures a lot, though.
and now ive read this novel as many times as "a prayer for owen meany," which means that it must be very important to me.
i have highlighted every passage in the book that means something to me, and now its a pink hi-liter mess.
to highlight; its funny that thats a verb.
i wish that i had a writing style that really grabs you and makes you interested like charlies, or like erikas.
next year, i am going to be living in the nicest suite in the nicest building in the nicest dorm that my school has to offer.
thats feels pretty damned good.
and i want to keep reading emily dickinson.
and i may have a pinched nerve in my neck.
and FAFSAs done, according to my mom, whom i am lucky to have.
i always feel that i have too much to say, and that its too much about which to care.
but i care an awful lot about everyone else, so i guess that i can put my thoughts out into the world and wish them the best, too.
ill leave you with this:
tomorrow, wear your hearts on your sleeves.
in commemoration of the twelfth year since the passing of kurt donald cobain, please just say a prayer in your head.
and if you care enough, wear a nirvana shirt.
this girl, at least, will.