I mean, we’re all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren’t we?
Everything tells me that I am about to make a wrong decision, but making mistakes is just part of life. What does the world want of me? Does it want me to take no risks, to go back to where I came from because I didn’t have the courage to say “yes” to life?
Do not call me perfect,
a lie is never a compliment.
Call me an erratic
Then tell me that you
love me for it.
- me: hey maybe today's gonna be a good day
- hair: no
- family: no
- school: no
- life: no
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
I don’t say I love you unless I mean it, and when I love, I love hard and long. So chances are I’ll never stop loving you.