It's Just That I Don't Want To

I Think It Was The First Time In My Life I Ever Felt Like I Looked “good”. Do You Know What I Mean? That Nice Feeling When You Look In The Mirror, And Your Hair’s Right For The First Time In Your Life? I Don’t Think We Should Base So Much On Weight, Muscles, And A Good Hair Day, But When It Happens, It’s Nice. It Really Is.

Girls Are Weird, And I Don't Mean That Offensively. I Just Can't Put It Any Other Way.

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.

Downtown. Lights On Buildings And Everything That Makes You Wonder. And In That Moment, I Swear We Were Infinite.

And I Closed My Eyes Because I Wanted To Know Nothing But Her Arms.