When my parents type “www.” into the url.
I’m like:
and they’re just like:
Things change, and friends leave, and life doesn't stop for anybody.
I wanted to laugh or maybe get mad or maybe shrug at how strange everyone was, especially me.
I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life,
and then make the choice to share it with other people.
You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours,
and think that counts as love. You just can't.
You have to do things.
I'm going to do what I want to do.
I'm going to be who I really am.
And I'm going to figure out what that is.
And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other,
and blame alot of people for what they did or what they didn't do or didn't know.
I don't know. I guess there could always be someone to blame.
It's just different.
Maybe its good to put things in perspective,
but sometimes I think that the only perspective is to really be there.
Because it's okay to feel things,
and be who you are about them.
I was really there and that was enough to make me feel infinite.
I feel infinite.
