Words of Wisdom

I ain't never scared

I'm afraid of Love. 
   Of being Loved. 
      Of not being Loved.  

I'm afraid of not being good enough. I'm afraid no one sees me. I'm afraid someone sees me.

I'm afraid I'm OCD. I'm afraid to trust. I'm afraid of Voldemort. I'm afraid of being a squib. I'm afraid to write. I'm afraid of being ease-dropped on. I'm afraid of not seeing his face. I'm afraid of others strengths. I'm afraid of getting hit with a basketball at a basketball game. I'm afraid of falling. I'm afraid to say it. I'm afraid all my playlists will be deleted. I'm afraid to live forever. I'm afraid of marriage. I'm afraid I won't be good at "doing the bills." I'm afraid this list will never end.

Take Your Lies Somewhere Else

You really hurt my feelings today.
Maybe you could tell a little bit,
but tomorrow I'm acting like you didn't lie to me.
I'm going to pretend that you have no effect on me at all.

You don't deserve the privilege to change how I feel or don't feel.

At times I was your best friend, but mostly a filler when no one else cooler was around.
That's not happening anymore.
I am worth something.

Maybe one day you'll realize that high school isn't everything.
Maybe one day you'll realize how many people you hurt.
Maybe one day you'll start thinking about somebody besides yourself.

Stop thinking everyone's in love with you.
Stop acting like a girl and man up.

But I do thank you for teaching me a valuable lesson:
Don't expect anything from anyone,
and you'll never get hurt.

"We could push our beds together."

About a year ago my friends and I were watching "The Holiday." Apparently I really needed to cry, which I didn't realize until this scene of the movie. And I did. Right after Olivia said, "We could push our beds together." I mean, how cute is that?

Anyway. This is the best. Watch it.

I'm Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you.

I'm thinking about you like artists think about Paris.
    Like Paris thinks about The Eiffel Tower.
        Like The Eiffel Tower thinks about tourists.
I'm thinking about you like gangsters think about money.
    Like money thinks about George Washington.
        Like George Washington thinks about his cherry tree.
I'm thinking about you like Nelson thinks about screaming.
    Like screaming thinks about lungs.
        Like lungs think about air.

I'm thinking about you.

I'm thinking about you like I think Ronald Weasley.
    Like Ronald Weasley thinks about Hermione Granger.
        Like Hermione Granger thinks about books.
I'm thinking about you like The Grudge thinks about creepiness.
    Like creepiness thinks about Lady Gaga.
        Like Lady Gaga thinks about herself.
I'm thinking about you like prostitutes think about Vegas.
    Like Vegas thinks about casinos.
        Like casinos think about coins.

I'm   thinking   about   you.

      

"Let's be friends...best friends."

You know you're best friends with someone if you can do this.

And ignore the strange language at the end. I'm not even sure what it is.

Love is...

Love is a movie you've never seen before. Love is your best friend, your worst enemy. Love is an "A" in Calculus. Love is a road trip. Love is eating so much junk food, you throw up. Love is The Shop Around the Corner. Love is a vow. Love is writing things down so you don't forget about them later. Love is wearing no makeup. Love is Olive Garden on a Wednesday night. Love is a bad hair day. Love is a fuzzy TV. Love is a worn-out shoe. Love is forgetting your glasses at home. Love is an unfinished basement. Love is a split end. Love is a wedgie. Love is painting your room a different color. Love is that last piece of brownie. Love is a sticky McDonald's table. Love is a well-fitted suit. Love is cuff links. Love is the greeter at Wal-Mart. Love is Ronald Weasley. Love is a paper cut. Love is the phone ringing and it saying, "Unknown Number." Love is no homework over the weekend. Love is the outfit you can't wait to wear. Love is no zits. Love is the dusty sock under your bed. Love is the toy you wish you still had. Love is the smell of a bakery. Love is saying, "I love you." Love is the thirteen-year-old boy you never sat by on the bus.