Girls are weird, and I don't mean that offensively. I just can't put it any other way.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that.

I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.

And I wonder if anyone is really happy. I hope they are. I really hope they are.

I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for thousands of years. Or just not exist.

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.