Permission Granted.

Well, that was unexpected.

I can’t begin to tell you-

I liked it.

Fact:

You will always be one of my boys.

I love you.

Round Here, Counting Crows

Fact:

I might have wanted your attention, but I’ve never needed your respect.

I still don’t. I hope I never do.

untitled.

This is more than Senioritis-

I just want to get out.

Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

This is one of those songs that was overplayed to the point where it lost meaning.

But listen to it again. Listen to the words. I think it’s beautiful, because it does, or it should, fit every relationship where you really love the person. That’s what it’s supposed to feel like.

And this video is PERFECT.

Listen.

untitled.

I want to say something about self-inflicted misery.

I want to be creative, get things done, make a big deal out of something small, go cuddle with my love and sleep until Valentine’s Day or somewhere around there.

I want it to be warm out, I’m tired of winter. I want to go take a walk, right now, in the middle of the night.

I need to do my homework. I need to take a shower. I need to sleep regular hours, but I don’t.

I don’t know if I want to talk tonight because I don’t think anything I say will make it better. I think we’ll probably both feel worse. I want to see you and not say anything and have that do what it needs to, have that fix everything.

I haven’t talked to my best friend in nearly a month. Sometimes I think I’m a terrible person.

I think this self-inflicted misery, it snowballs. And I think it’s snowballing. And I don’t think I’m helping.

Or, I’m helping the misery-

I’m not helping me.

Better Luck Next Time, Lifehouse

Fact:

It never gets easier.

Fact:

I won’t ever ever regret losing sleep over you.

That’s how much you mean to me.