Even with the best intentions, growing apart might just be an inevitable part of growing up.

I know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I can’t, like, be with him.

When you say too much about anything important, it always ends up sounding more trivial than it is. Words trash it.

The higher my GPA gets the more I realize high school is useless

It kind of makes me wish that the worst thing that will ever happen to me would just hurry up and happen already. That way I could live the rest of my life in bliss, if only because I know how much worse things could be.

We are perfect in our imperfection.

And so I’ll let you go, and let it be. Whatever