“Try a little harder to be a little better.”
The weight is a gift. To make a mountain of your life is just a choice.
I need to be better. I thought it was enough, but it’s not.
I’m loosing you, it feels like.
I’m excited for next quarter I’m burned out from this one already. I have to do better.
When someone won’t talk to you, tell you about their problems, it’s like they don’t care enough to hear what you have to say, to tell you their personal thoughts, to hear your response, so they bottle up what they think and keep it from you. That’s a horrible feeling.
Psychology is a good major for me. I can’t declare it for another 2 quarters, though.
We’re not the same, dear, as we used to be.
The seasons have changed and so have we.
There was little we could say, and even less we could do
To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you.
That song is so sad. I hate when I can compare my life to a sad song. You’d think it would be nice, to know you’re not the first person to go through the sadness, emotions, etc, but really, it just makes you loose faith.
It’s sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew.
