I Just Wish That God Or My

It's Okay To Feel Things. And Be Who You Are About Them.

The Perfect Song On The Perfect Drive To Make You Feel Infinite.

I Sat Down And Tried To Write A Story. "ian Macarthur Is A Wonderful Sweet Fellow Who Wears Glasses And Peers Out Of Them With Delight." That Was The First Sentence. The Problem Was That I Just Couldn't Think Of The Next One. After Cleaning My Room Three Times, I Decided To Leave Ian Alone For A While Because I Was Starting To Get Mad At Him.

This Moment Will Just Be Another Story Someday.

It's Just That I Don't Want To Be Somebody's Crush. If Somebody Likes Me, I Want Them To Like The Real Me, Not What They Think I Am. And I Don't Want Them To Carry It Around Inside. I Want Them To Show Me, So I Can Feel It Too.