We Accept The Love We Think We

I Walk Around The School Hallways And Look At The People. I Look At The Teachers And Wonder Why They're Here. If They Like Their Jobs. Or Us. And I Wonder How Smart They Were When They Were Fifteen. Not In A Mean Way. In A Curious Way. 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 Due On Top Of That. Or Wondering Who Did The Heart Breaking. And Wondering Why.

I Don't Know If You've Ever Felt Like That. That You Wanted To Sleep For Thousands Of Years. Or Just Not Exist.

As Much As I Feel Sad, I Think That Not Knowing Is What Really Bothers Me.

The Fact That One Of These Ladies Was My Mom Made Me Particularly Sad Because My Mom Is Beautiful. And She’s Always On A Diet. Sometimes, My Dad Calls Her Beautiful, But She Cannot Hear Him.

I Couldn't Believe Sam Actually Got Me A Present Because I Honestly Thought The "i Love You" Was It.