Life Has A Way Of Getting What

Deep Down, Underneath All His Layers Of Stupidity, He’s A Really Good Man. He May Act Out Far Too Many Selfish Thoughts, Says All The Wrong Things At All The Wrong Times, But Behind Closed Doors He’s A Best Friend. I Understand That He Has Idiotic Tendencies And I Can Still Love Him For It. He May Not Be Someone That You Feel Comfortable Sitting Next To At A Dinner Party But For Me, He’s Someone That I Feel Comfortable Sharing My Life With.

What Seems Tragic Now Won't Even Be An Issue In A Few Years Time.

Life... It's A Great And Terrible And Short And Endless Thing. None Of Us Come Out Of It Alive.

The Important Thing Is Not What We (look) Like,but The Role We Play In Our Best Friend's Life.

But Even In Her Laughter There Was Something Missing. She Never Seemed To Be Truly Happy; She Just Seemed To Be Passing Time While She Waited For Something Else. She Was Tired Of Just Existing; She Wanted To Live.