welcome.
Meow.
Meow. |
Found that in my french packet this afternoon. I wanted to cry I was so happy. Oh wait, I did cry. After such a dejecting day, it was so stupid nice. I love my friends. I really think that it's the little things that keep me going. I really know it's the little things that keep me going. Like lunch. Or my best friend who seems to know me better than I do sometimes. Or that girl playing piano for me. Or that boy who's random notes make me happy. Or that girl who's rediscovering God Or that boy who's ever so serious when he wants to be Or that girl who has so much passion for everything she does Or the lighting out my window when it snows Or the quite of the attic Or guitar Or piano Or when my friends play bass for me Or when my friends play drums for me Or when my friends harmonize with me Or when my friends just sing with me Or... Well, you get it. I just don't realize how much love I feel sometimes. I definitely need to take more time to appreciate that. |
