You Don't Know, But I'm Noticing.

Aloof, Adj. It Has Always Been My Habit, Ever Since Junior High School, To Ask That Question: “what Are You Thinking?” It Is Always An Act Of Desperation, And I Keep On Asking, Even Though I Know It Will Never Work The Way I Want It To.

After A While, You Have To Be At Peace With The Fact That You Simple Are

Me: Just Don't Ask About His Forty-three Ex-boyfriends, Okay? Or Ask Him About Why He's Carrying Around An Axe. Mom:... Me: I'm Kidding About The Axe Part.

We Just Want To Walk. Our Legs Need To Move To Keep Our Minds From Collapsing.

It Won't Be A Normal Life-i Know That. But It Will Be A Life. A Life Together.