My teacher went around the classroom and asked each student what they wanted to be when they grew up. When she got to me, I told her I wanted to be happy. She told me I was missing the whole point of the question. I told her she was missing the whole point of life.
Even though I've "stopped liking you," every time someone says your name, my head turns right towards them. it's like every time i hear it, i think of all we could have had and all that could have happened... that didn't
"It’s kind of complicated, kid - but I’ll tell you this. The second you’re willing to make yourself miserable to make someone else happy - that’s love right there.”
