their hearts say "move along," their minds say "gotcha heart"
sometimes, i feel like whatever i write here doesn't matter. they're just words, hanging in the air or something. hanging on your moniter. and it's stupid because it doesn't have to be meaningful. but shouldn't it be? i hope it'll be. i wish it'll be. but it probably won't be.
i'm really upset because today harrison and nicole decided to form an alliance against jenny and i in philosophy class and they started their own group. even though we already had a group. i mean, we're all close friends, we've been sitting together the entire semester so far, we don't talk to anyone else in the class. i don't care if it was a freakin misunderstanding - our group was an unspoken agreement. like, not sitting next to the only person in the movie theatre when you arrive. i hope i have the courage to confront them.
sometimes, it completely overwhelms me how you have more than a thousand people in your school and you're only going to meet so few of them. and you're only going to recognize so few of them. and even those few will be nothing when you're older. and what about all those others? they're all wasted. they're all walking around you in the halls and you'll never know their name but they have thoughts inside their head and they're changing everyday and you've never going to tame them. and they'll never tame you. and you know what? you probably won't be reminded of them when you see golden wheat fields that look like their hair. they have beating hearts inside them and so much pain and so much to offer. but there's only so much you can recieve. and so much of it is tainted.
tainted isn't always bad.
we can't all be pure. the world would just come to a halt.
just like we can't always follow our hearts.
or live our dreams.
someone has to be the one that goes to all the schools and talks to them about their own mistakes. and how you should never follow in their footsteps. f o o t s t e p s. FOOTSTEPS. what the hell does all of this even mean? maybe it means that nothing even has a purpose because that someone is not going to be the only one to have made mistakes.
we all make mistakes.
and we don't all learn from them.
but that's how we are. and that's how it is.
and mistakes are beautiful.
i'm really upset because today harrison and nicole decided to form an alliance against jenny and i in philosophy class and they started their own group. even though we already had a group. i mean, we're all close friends, we've been sitting together the entire semester so far, we don't talk to anyone else in the class. i don't care if it was a freakin misunderstanding - our group was an unspoken agreement. like, not sitting next to the only person in the movie theatre when you arrive. i hope i have the courage to confront them.
sometimes, it completely overwhelms me how you have more than a thousand people in your school and you're only going to meet so few of them. and you're only going to recognize so few of them. and even those few will be nothing when you're older. and what about all those others? they're all wasted. they're all walking around you in the halls and you'll never know their name but they have thoughts inside their head and they're changing everyday and you've never going to tame them. and they'll never tame you. and you know what? you probably won't be reminded of them when you see golden wheat fields that look like their hair. they have beating hearts inside them and so much pain and so much to offer. but there's only so much you can recieve. and so much of it is tainted.
tainted isn't always bad.
we can't all be pure. the world would just come to a halt.
just like we can't always follow our hearts.
or live our dreams.
someone has to be the one that goes to all the schools and talks to them about their own mistakes. and how you should never follow in their footsteps. f o o t s t e p s. FOOTSTEPS. what the hell does all of this even mean? maybe it means that nothing even has a purpose because that someone is not going to be the only one to have made mistakes.
we all make mistakes.
and we don't all learn from them.
but that's how we are. and that's how it is.
and mistakes are beautiful.