If I'm Too Old To Be Emo,

I Felt The Unfairness Of It, The Inarguable Injustice Of Loving Someone Who Might Have Loved You Back But Can't Due To Deadness.

You See How Fake It All Is. It's Not Even Hard Enough To Be Made Out Of Plastic. It's A Paper Town.

We Imagine People As Animals Or Gods. -but She Was Just A Person, A Girl.

Why Would You Try To Kill This Guy, Kevin? He's A Genius. Nuts To Your Truce.

And I Wanted To Tell Her That The Pleasure For Me Wasn't Planning Or Doing Or Leaving; The Pleasure Was In Seeing Our Strings Cross And Separate And Then Come Back Together.