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When you realize that there’s something in your life that you really care about, that you love with all you have. And then you realize that it maybe, not for sure, just maybe slipping away. Do me a favor, and fight for it with all you have, please. Believe me, because you’re going to regret not doing so, even if it doesn’t work.

When you realize that your mind is completely consumed by someone else, but you’re not too sure how it has happened. Then again, at the same time, you don’t really mind. Because it’s not like they’re bad for you, and they’re not hurting you. And for once you feel like you’re heading in the right direction.

I’m happy where we are, and how far we’ve come. I’m happy that the emotions that once were, are able to be turned into something different, something better for us. I’m happy that we’re civil, that there isn’t the avoiding with the awkward stares. I’m happy we had something that I’ll always remember. I’m happy I’ll be able to look back, and not regret anything.

Well, that was weird, but a good kind of weird. Definitely an unexpected one.
If you were to tell me that Will was going to pick me up on the side of the road, in Taylor’s old car, I probably wouldn’t have believed you. After two years of not seeing him, I literally stopped dead in my tracks. I could’ve sworn he didn’t remember me, even though we still talk every few months, but I don’t know. My mind was blown. I guess I just miss us being close. When he’d come over and make block towers because we had nothing better to do. When he took me to the basketball game to meet Nikko, then comforted me when he turned out to be the worlds largest dick. I remember when we had a thing for each other, but then that turned more into him being my big brother. I wish hadn’t drifted away, but it was nice seeing him. I guess it was nice being in Taylor’s old car too, even though it definitely wasn’t the same as 6 months ago. Today was just kinda, nostalgic. I liked it. Even if it was only a good five minutes.

I like the idea of running away, and being lost. I like not knowing where I’m going, where I’m going to end up, what tomorrow is going to bring. I like how unexpected something can be, but yet it can impact the root significantly. The root, the initial thought, the first plan; the one thing you base everything off of. It’s just yanked from the ground, replanted, and then when you think you’ve got everything all settled. It starts all over. So dramatic. So interesting. You never really know how your life is going to go, do you?

Maybe we shouldn’t be so concerned with the base, and more about the branches. All the worries, the things that keep us up late at night, wasted time. Because if in the end we’re down there, in the ground, with all of our roots. Why not try to expand and not stay in the same place, forever? Why just sit around and restart? Why not work off of what we are given? So, what if some leaves fall off, at least we’re still going up.

I really wish I never stopped dancing or swimming.
I feel like I just kind of gave up on things that I was good at.
Now whenever I go out and do either of those things, I really miss it.
But who knows? Maybe I’ll go after ‘em again.
For now I guess I’m okay with goin’ all out to Usher in my bedroom.

I figure you’re going to have to stop resenting me sometime.

It’s weird, ya know, letting someone in again. But I like it, and I want you to stick around.

I can’t say I ever pictured myself in this…situation? Maybe that’s the word I want to use, I’m not too sure right now. But I’m happy I am. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.