Some days you're the dog...

...and somedays you're the fire hydrant

I noticed how he bacame a little softer to me, but to everyone else still held on to his insane arrogance and pride. though now he seems nicer to people. Note I say nicer. He toletrates life now, and some of the people in it.

So you are scared of child birth... But you aren't scared of a serial killer or a burgular getting into your house...

You are one strange person my friend...

Love is a fickle thing, but it's totally worth it.

He's different, artistic, emotionally unstable, and I'm pretty sure, insane. He's sweet and very gentle. Lastly, he's completely, heels over head in love with me. I guess that's how the world works sometimes.

I failed to see how I was weird when he was the one who wore bright orange all the time and had a sick obsession with ramen.

Despite our teacher's lack of interest in our class, no one talked or passed notes. He had a knack for knowing who exactly it was and would throw a well-aimed pen, ruler, or eraser at our head. Hitting just the right spot where it hurt like hell.

So he's a vampire... And vampires are real.... He isn't sparkling is he?

I want whatever you're on... If you're getting turned on by a 'sparkly', pale, scrawny man...

"say hello to my little friend."

"I'd rather not..."

I sat there for three hours crying, sobbing without stopping. Until my throat hurt and my eyes were blood red. Until I forgot what I had originally wanted to forget. When I heard your voice I knew, I cried so much I got over you.