They aren't there just for you.

I almost forget what it's like to be in love. 

Your standard prepackaged teen dream

Listening to a conversation unfold in a car full of hot girls is like listening to a Girltalk record. Its a cacophony of random sugary thoughts pretending to relate, and everyone is trying to get their sound bite heard. 

What are we fighting for?

If I close my eyes, I can see

All my favorite memories

If you see me down at the liquor store

You'll know I'm trying to recall,

...What are we fighting for?

When are we going to stop trying to change?

I've realized that every blog I've ever written was about someone other than myself.

Jesse: You want to know why I wrote that stupid book?
Celine: Why?
Jesse: So that you might come to a reading in Paris and I could walk up to you and ask, "Where the fuck were you?"

I forgot how much I am in love with that movie. Before Sunset. So simple. Why can't love be simple? Talking and emotions and opinions. We spend so much time analyzing love; what we're doing wrong, what we're doing right, how we can fix things. And try to change them. When are we going to stop trying to change?