"they were all in love with dying they were drinking from a fountain that was pouring like an avalanche, coming down a mountain"

you say i give myself too much credit. do you even know how lucky you are to have me? and i don't think it's fair to sit here and wait for you to realize what you have in front of you. i would be much more than you could even handle if you'd only give me a chance. and as far as giving myself too much credit... someone needs to, why not me because you never give me enough.



despite the 20 page paper due tomorrow and the above mentioned outburst, today is a beautiful day.