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And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own,
picking up the pieces and starting over
freeing yourself up for something better in the future.
Maybe the happy ending is just moving on.
You realize that when people say you've changed,
it's because you stopped living your life their way
They say we'll never see half as much as they did. And It's true that we never saw Vietnam or World War Two. We didn't see our mother's cry when John F. Kennedy died, but we've lived our whole lives being told that we're just not good enough. We've seen anorexia and bulimia because skinny just isn't skinny enough. We saw Columbine and watched the Twin Towers fall. We've seen a lot of greed and even more hate. Our generation fights a different kind of war but we've seen just as much as them ... and maybe even more.
I think that's what's wrong with the world; no one says what they feel, they always hold it inside. They're sad, but they don't cry. They're happy, but they don't sing or dance. They're angry, but they don't scream. 'Cause if they do, they feel ashamed. And that's the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky really is.
Don't make people try to fit in your life. If they don't fit, it's not their place.
Don't attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you're lonely.
Loneliness is the human condition; no one is ever going to fill that space.
The best you can do is know yourself; know what you want.
I do honestly believe that people enter our lives for a reason. That everyone we meet who forms an impression has something to teach us. Everything that happens to us is an experience and because of that, it can never be bad. An experience can only be good because it all serves to shape the person that we are, and the person that we become
When you walk away from something and theres no gravitational pull,
then you know you're doing the right thing.
it's funny how bad betrayal hurts. it's like a slap to the face,
you should have seen the hand pulling back but you don't until you actually get hit.
he smelled like a cigarette only sweeter.
so bad for her, but he tastes so good.
i feel like men continue to screw me over.
whether it's a relationship or he's my goddamn father.
and still, with my little need for affection and "love", i'll jump on any guy who asks.
just say the magic words and i'll pretend to love you.
just so you'll pretend to love me back.
But that's the strangest thing about this emotion.
Even knowing our chances are small,
we line up at the gate with our tickets thinking somehow were different.
I mean after all we're in love.
Look at us go!
Now what in the world could go wrong?
To hell with the odds we'd rather not know.