What does that even mean, love? Do you know? Do you? Anybody? If somebody gave me this card Mr. Vance, I’d eat it. It’s these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they’re to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We’re responsible. I’M responsible. I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not ya know, some words that some stranger put in their mouth. Words like love, that don’t mean anything.”
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It’s scary how life is so full of distractions, that when you finally have enough time to stare at it face-to-face, you freak out because you don’t know how to face yourself.
My life is like an untidy room. And I head out as much as I can to avoid it, coming home to it only when I’m too exhausted to care about the mess inside. The next morning, I’ll hastily leave the room, to repeat the cycle once more.
Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different. — C.S. Lewis
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