The Perks Of Being A Wallflower.

I swear we were infinite.

I don't know how I feel about some things. I'll sit and make a pro's and con's list in my head, but when it boils down to it, I just don't know. It's like that one sweater that you refuse to get rid of, in hopes one day it will come back in style, or you will fit in it again. It's never going to happen, but you just sit and hope.

My shoulder aches with every word I write. The pain constantly reminds me to question who and what I believe in. What did I do now to deserve this? Am I really that bad of a person? And I know that the answer is "no, I'm not a bad person."

Sometimes accidents just happen.

Sometimes things fall apart.

Sometimes it's just so someone good can walk into your life.

He walked into my life before it all fell apart again.