The Fights Are Always The Same

Welcome To The Island Of Misfit Toys.

If It Meant That I Would Never Get To Think Of You That Way, As Long As You Were Happy, It Was Okay.

How About Your Favorite Book?" "this Side Of Paradise By From. Scott Fitzgerald." "why?" "because It Was The Last One I Read." This Made Them Laugh Because They Knew I Meant It Honest, Not Show-off. Then They Told Me Their Favorites, And We Sat Quiet.

Maybe He Didn’t Really Encourage Me To Do Things, But He Didn’t Prevent Me From Doing Them Either. But After A While, I Didn’t Do Things Because I Didn’t Want Him To Think Different About Me. But The Thing Is, I Wasn’t Being Honest. So, Why Would I Care Whether Or Not He Loved Me When He Didn’t Really Even Know Me?

Girls Are Weird, And I Don't Mean That Offensively. I Just Can't Put It Any Other Way.