Once again I’ve been fuckn friend zoned!!!! What the fuck am I too fuckn nice or something?! Stupid bitches… I don’t need you anyways…I’m waiting till I get to college so I can date ppl that actually have a future…
As I look back I realize that one of the reasons I started drinking was because of you. I drank to escape you from my head and I wanted you out of my heart. I look back and I am disappointed that it ever came down to that. But you weren’t the only reason I started drinking…ha…no I won’t give you that satisfaction. I’m glad I no longer drink but I still do face internal conflicts with myself because of you. I don’t see myself the way I want to. I flaws just like everyone else but instead of accepting them, I HATE them and demand to change them. It’s sad and I wish everyone could understand that I’m not always happy, but I must admit I put on quit a show. If people knew how much I go through…they would be surprised. I miss having someone close…i just want someone to call my own right now…it’s what I need
What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.
— Carl Sagan (via suite148)
