I probably think about things a bit too much, fall in love a
bit too fast, laugh a bit too loud, forget a bit too easily, speak up
a bit too late, forgive a bit too carelessly, smile a bit too less,
and live not enough.
I would like to be able to say I'm your average fifteen year old girl;
that I love my life, I have the perfect boyfriend, and I'm completely
happy with where I'm at in life.
Well, sorry, I can't. I guess I'm breaking your perfect little
bubble.
I don't love my life. I don't hate it either. I don't have a
boyfriend; much less the perfect one. And, I'm not happy. I need a
change. I big one. I need a refresh button.
I'd like to say you'd get along with me, and we could be friends. But,
I doubt that's true either..
“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes,
but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the
sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though
I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more
vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a
problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone
else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of
life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an
8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you
mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no
- I want magenta!” - John Mayer |
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