Hello folks. It's been a while, huh?
Lets see.. what's new... Well, I'm now a junior in high school. We went back on September 3rd. The workload is kind of stressful, but I'll make do. Things with my friends are.. strange. People seem to be going their separate ways, sort of, except we're still all sticking together. People are just changing I guess.

How are things where you are? I hope things are going well for all of you.

The streetlights flicker and then they fade, like every good intention that I've had.

In some ways, you're pretty lucky. You opened your heart, you put yourself out there, you were ready to make that leap. I'm envious; I wish I knew what that felt like. To find someone who makes you want to swim across the East River in January.

"You'll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life." -Casablanca.

And if the moon had to runaway and all the stars didn’t wanna play, don’t waste the sun on a rainy day. The wind will soon blow it all away.

Where am I? I can’t see a thing. I’m getting swept off my feet.

"And I've got no illusions about you. And guess what? I never did. And when I said 'I'll take it', I meant as is." - Ani Difranco.

I wanna know if there’s a way that you could take my hand with yours before I slip and fall, and fall again. We’re not afraid of where we’re going, we’re just afraid of where we’ve been.

Well I promise you you’ll have your fun because once we hit the top we’ve just begun. There’s no stopping us, there’s no stopping us.

Until the philosophy which holds one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned, everywhere is war and until there are no longer first-class and second-class citizens of any nation, until the color of a man's skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes. And until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all without regard to race, there is war. And until that day, the dream of lasting peace, world citizenship, rule of international morality, will remain but a fleeting illusion to be pursued, but never attained - now everywhere is war.

"I could sigh into your heart and say 'I hope I'm here forever.'"

Time doesn't always heal. It just breathes and swallows memories.

And when you're holding me we make a pair of parentheses. There's plenty space to encase. Whatever weird way my mind goes, I know I’ll be safe in these arms.

And every night, when he cries he lies awake to realize, he's nothing without you. And though your picture still remains lying in that broken frame, he's nothing without you.

She plays guitar with her fingertips. She'll play your heart with her tender lips. She'll work it out until she makes the tips. And it's alright, yeah it's alright. Holding her tight in late December, I look in the stars and I remember. She doesn't mind when you offend her. And it's alright, yeah it's alright.

There is no truth, only perception.

Now the sky is such a sweet blue. You made this come true. My heart feels so new, it’s now so wonderful to see beautiful views.

At some point in life the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint or even remember it. It is enough.

But it's funny that now I'm in such a happy situation, I look more objectively at my own past and see what others have seen for a long time and I'm just so glad I've been able to get to this point.

Healing takes courage and we all have courage, even if we have to dig a little to find it.

You don’t love him; you don’t know how to love people. You know how to own them. And because people will never act just like you want them to, you’ll always feel betrayed. And because everybody dies, you’ll always feel cheated. But you’re the cheat. You’re the one who uses our love for you to try to control us.

You've brought sunshine into my life. You've filled me with happiness I never knew. You gave me more joy than I ever dreamed of. And no one, no one can take the place of you.

"Truth is, everybody is going to hurt you; you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for." -Bob Marley

The guilt in your voice leaves me no room for words.

Shawn: You know, he used to tell me how wonderful you were, but guys always say great things about their girlfriends until they break up. That's when the truth comes out. you know, I've waited 15 years to find out what he really thinks about you. Do you wanna know what he thinks about you now that you're broken up?
Topanga: No. Shawn I don't wanna talk about him.
Shawn: Now that you've broken up, he still tells me how wonderful you are.
-Boy Meets World

Our generation has an incredible amount of realism, yet at the same time, it loves to complain and not really change. Because, if it does change, then it won't have anything to complain about.

But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It’s hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint like a heart beat and pure love, why some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.

Your love is nothing but a bitter taste. It's better if I walk away.

Just listen to me on one thing. Everyday you wait is one day you will never get back. Trust me on that.

Lets go down to the beach. Bring your stereo and your favorite CD's. We'll bring our guitars, sit on top of cars, and sing the night away.

I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said, "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said, "love is blind." Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course, love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. It's called unrequited love. Of that, I am an expert.

Just put your mind at ease, you don’t owe me anything. You paid me well in memories.

Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die.

That’s the only reason people get angry. Because they’re hurt. People only get angry to cover up the hurt.

“If you`re gonna spend the rest of your life with someone, it might as well be your best friend.” - Rumor Has It

To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream. Not only plan, but also believe.

You're in love with the feeling you get when I utter your name. Imagine what would happen if I beat you at your own game.

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face. Stars fill my dreams. I am a traveler in both time and space, to be where I have been.

I'm sorry for all the times I forgot to imply something in between the lines. And I'm sorry if my heart breaking ruined your day.

It’s hard to say it, time to say it. Goodbye. Goodbye.

Its those moments when you drive around in a car full of friends around a town too small for you. Where you gasp for breathe between each laugh. Its about those moments where you get high off just breathing in so deep, you feel your lungs getting cold. For a second, that split second, you don’t care. You don’t care about school, about parents, about money, about rules, or broken hearts. Who you care about are the kids sitting next to you. Cause its all we really need, isn’t it? Those kids next to you, yeah. The ones who make you feel invincible, even at your weakest points.

I have the AP World History test tomorrow. Eek! Wish me luck. :)

Some of these are This Providence lyrics. Not all of them, but a couple. If you've never heard This Providence, I recommend listening to them. My favorite songs of theirs are I Think You're Wonderful and My Dream Is You.

I also recommend The Maine and Phantom Planet. Specifically:
Daisy by The Maine
Count 'Em One, Two, Three by The Maine
California by Phantom Planet
and
Always On My Mind by Phantom Planet

No ending can be right, because it shouldn't be over at all. The magic is not supposed to go away.

Do you even know what you mean to me? Well I'm at a loss for words. Do you even know you make me so happy? Well I'm at a loss for words. What can I say, what can I do to let you know how much I treasure you? I could be with you an hour or two and not even say a word. We can sit and talk the day away and we still have more to say. What can I say, what can I do to let you know how much I treasure you?

And I know that you're busy too, I know that you care. You got your finger on the pulse, you got your eyes everywhere. And it hurts all the time when you don't return my calls, and you haven't got the time to remember how it was. It's so cold in this house, it's so cold in this house.

There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

By now you should know everything you say can and will be used against you someday. I've got the microphone, so don't go too far, cause I'm gonna tell the whole world how you really are. I don't really care how you're gonna feel, 'cause I've already tried to give you something real.

I've been dancing on the tops of buildings. At the top of my lungs, I'm singing you a song. Don't you leave me alone. My bones were shattered, my pride lays shattered. Well, I'll trample my pride and tell the whole world to dance with me.

Empty fields move me so much more than rooms filled up with friends. The way the trees look dead reminds me that there's more to life than living. Maybe giving up isn't bad, but part of letting go of you.

I've been dancing on the tops of buildings with you.

Tonight with words unspoken, you say that I'm the only one. But will my heart be broken when the night meets the morning sun? I'd like to know that your love is love that I can be sure of. So tell me now and I won't ask again; will you still love me tomorrow?

I couldn't stand to be in that place. I was just about to leave when I saw your face. You were laughing at me with your beautiful mouth. You said, "You're looking miserable. Do you want to get out?"

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery -- air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy."

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.

We fell in love with the windows rolled down, chasing the sunset through another empty town. Your hair was a mess when you would dance on the coast, your silhouette, like some heavenly ghost.

Before, my fear was being vulnerable. The ability of another human being to possibly tear apart your insides at any moment was enough to keep me running. He, however, made my insides come alive, my smile become permanent, laughter more frequent. He took away my fear and gave me hope. But more importantly, for the first time in my life, instead of wanting to run, he gave me every reason to stay.

When you're dancing on the beach where the water meets your feet and a cool ocean breeze is fighting the heat, falling in love is easy. It's easy to do, it's easy to do. Oh, I'm falling for you.

She had warm summer eyes that flickered like fireflies when she looked at the world.

The city is making me sick, and the seasons getting colder. And it's not helping now that we're growing so much older. In all this monotony, oh darling it's getting to me. And how do they expect for me to plan out my life so precisely? And all this negativity, you know it's getting to me. I just don't understand why we all can't run away. Oh, why can't we just run away?

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bend in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you. Does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched and does he cry through broken sentences like “I love you far too much”? Does he lay awake listening to your breath, worried that you smoke too many cigarettes?

You're eyes give me a reason to breathe, and midnight conversations mean everything to me.

I've decided to go to prom. I have to wear the dress I wore to my eigth grade semi-formal, so it's two years old, but it's pretty, it still fits, and I like it.

Did you or are you guys going to prom?

We all feel like we’re breaking sometimes, but I won’t give you up tonight.

I believe we write our own stories and each time we think we know the ending, we don't. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance and in peace that comes from knowing you just can't know it all. You know, life's funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.

You said you would be my dream. I could have you every night, and if by morning I had forgotten you, well no big deal. It would be alright cause you’re the reoccurring kind. You are the reoccurring kind, you never really leave my mind.

Cold late night so long ago, when I was not so strong you know, a pretty man came to me. Never seen eyes so blue. I could not run away. It seemed we'd seen each other in a dream.

And there's people meeting on mars, and people crashing in their cars, and kids kissing under the stars today. There's no reason to cry.

It seemed like he knew me. He looked right through me. "Come on home, girl" he said with a smile, "You don't have to love me yet. Let's get high awhile. But try to understand, try to understand, try try try to understand, I'm a magic man."

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge, that myth is more potent than history. I believe that dreams are more powerful than acts, that hope always triumphs over experience, that laughter is the only cure for grief. But above all, I believe that love is stronger than death.

I’ve got nineteen stars that I give your name tonight. And I wanna scream, wanna scream your name. Star light, star bright can save. You’re my wish tonight. Don’t tell me it doesn’t matter. I’ll tell you what matters: bare feet in the summer, open windows at night. You think that no one needs you.

At the end of the day, you can either focus on what's tearing you apart or what's holding you together.

I never feared the unexpected until I found myself in this peculiar place, unaware of where I was headed. Turns out it was your footsteps I chased. Well, I should know so much better than this. But you’ve occupied the center of my universe.

And on the way home held your camera like a bible, just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth and I stood nervous next to you in the dark room. You dropped your paper in the water and it all begins to bloom.

And if it's meant to be, it won't necessarily be. This is way too much to handle for me. Open your eyes and maybe you will see this shouldn't be over yet.

And now I’m thinking that everything is okay. I’ve got a whole heart and sunlight on my face.