I dream of Paris. I dream of Venice. I dream of Korea. But most of all, I dream of Ireland; I dream of the countryside and the pubs. I dream of how beautiful it all must be.
Fuck the excuses, the self pity, the tolerance for negativity. Fuck listening to others for “the truth”. I’ll be the one to find the truth for myself, even if it’s a dumbass decision. Take every opportunity you have for happiness. If I feel like cutting class, then I’ll cut class. Life ain’t…
I feel like a lot of people get brainwashed by expectations and forget that they’re living to experiment to find what makes them happy in life. Instead, they think they’re living to make money in order to be successful. Successful is finding out what makes you happy. And if money makes you happy, go for it. But that’s not all life has to offer.
I love hearing static on the other end of the phone every night while we sleep. I mean, its literally nothing but white noise, but it’s just the comfort of knowing you’re on the other side.
I wasn’t looking for someone to make me feel happy. Of course I can be happy on my own. But I wanted to be someone else’s happiness. Do you know that feeling? To be someone’s first thought when they wake up and to put a bright smile on their face just for saying “hello.”
Whatever it’s called, it is a feeling I can’t feel on my own, it is a feeling I was looking for, and it was what I meant when I said, “I can’t be alone.”