"Maybe it's sad that these are now memories. And maybe it's not sad."
I want to feel infinite.
I want to explain to you what the feeling of infinite is but I don't think it's quite possible. I feel like I've felt it before. Felt being infinite. But no matter how deep my words can be, no matter how vividly I can show you, I really can't explain to you how feeling infinite is like. I think it's different for everybody. I can't remember the last time I felt infinite., though.
Asleep by The Smith's.
Please, listen to it.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky.
Please, read it.
I feel really stupid. This song makes me cry. And I don't really know what I cry about. I cry about Charlie, myself, memories, and simply everything. But I don't cry about Charlie, myself, memories, and simply everything. I cry about nothing at all, yet I cry for everything.
I've been thinking too much lately. And you know, even though I hate school so much, I really wish it would start again. Because I need to get these thoughts out of my mind. I want to keep my mind busy and my mind on simply trying to get out of here. I'm thinking about everything and nothing and I don't really know how to stop. I really need to stop all this thinking.
No matter how much I think about it, it never will matter.
How can I think so much on something that never will acknowledge me?
