AT THE END OF THE DAY...

• no one gives a shit about your hair
• not one of the boys who interest you will be gay
  • not one of the boys who interest you will have come out of the closet
• October 28th 2011 was the gayest night of your life
• you are neither beautiful on the outside nor the inside
• you're never going to have six pack abs so
• your mother is never going to understand your sense of fashion
• I still can't understand why The Catcher in the Rye is still as hyped and significant as people make it out to be. Seriously it pisses me off. Sure, it's funny, I'll give it that. But why people call it their favorite or go insane, suicidal, or whatever, is beyond me.
• Don't raise your expectations. Don't hope and dream for things. Don't imagine you with him or you fighting with him or meeting his family or him meeting yours; or dancing and drinking with him or waking up in the morning and tracing the outline of his back and his lips with your finger; or watching movies or crying or driving down the 163 south with him. Let things play out for themselves. Don't even write about him or mention or talk about him. Expectations break your heart too easily and you know that yours- especially yours- is hard to mend. (in regards to the night of februrary 28th)
• 'Committee' is the worst word to write out. Ever. Especially during Government notes.