How do you even continue to remain when all that holds the sway is seeking to tear you apart, and rip you to shreds? How can you see the sun when the darkness of the clouds hides it from view? You end your sentences with periods. You cling to the driftwood, the floating wreckage, and still the storm carries you into darker waters. What will you do then? Your ideas and thoughts can’t bring you back to sanity. Needles and ink won’t restore your hope. Fire and words won’t come close to usher in some clarity. Our souls will wander continually. The wolves will hide in the pastures, eating grass, and clad into the wool. The stars will always fall and as for the sun, it will always burn. You as well, will burn away to ashes with it all. You will remain as just a wanderer, a nomad, a rolling stone. Yet these wolves, yes they, they will have their day. And the world will keep on turning despite everything dreadful in this universe.
Because things change. And friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody. -The Perks of Being a Wallflower
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While I working at the office today, someone told me to "Just enjoy myself, that's winning half the battle."-Ellie Thankyou. Also, while I was at dance practice, someone asked me "Wait a minute, am I sexy in Oklahoma?"-Chandler lmaooo, thankyou too stupidass.
