It’s a truly grounding experience when you realize more than what someone means to you, but when you realize how much you mean to someone else and how much they need you as well. That’s really an awe-inspiring situation.
I don’t think you’ve experienced love for any person until you’ve looked at them doing something so ordinary and you have to excuse yourself to cry. because you love them so much that it’ll kill you if you ever lose them.
If I care about you…I just really need you to not leave my life. Please.
Yes, there are moments of uncomfortableness, shades of anxiety, and ounces of sadness, but for the first time in years, I feel happy.
First time I’ll ever say it, I kind of miss Boston. I miss some people. I miss the intellectual conversations I can have at any given time with anyone. I miss sitting in class with my teacher whose rapid-fire brain would send me on a quest to find his point and then he’d relate it back sooner than I could.
Home’s great. Family’s life. Friends are the best. But there’s something missing here.
I can’t project how much I love film to anyone here. I mean I could, but they can only sit back and listen to me banter about it for as long as they’re willing. They can’t give me their experiences or advice. I had such a great semester going where I interacted with so many people that could do just that…it’s sad to let that go.
I want somebody I can talk to about life and dreams and silly things all the damn time.
I’m trying to find a summer job. Did training for Macy’s and I’m quitting. I don’t see how anybody could be happy doing anything related to that or sitting behind a desk. I would be absolutely miserable. I’m so glad that I have an artistic calling. It’s my favorite thing about myself. So. Glad.