"Love me, Feed me, Never Leave me..."

I could write the greatest American novel of all time. It’s right there, the ideas are right there, but damn it, I can’t put the words together. 

I want to make you laugh, I want to make you cry. I want to make your joy overflow, and make you die a little inside. 

I bet I could render you speechless, make your heart skip a beat. Take you from the most laborious, droll bunched up words and suddenly throw you on the edge of your seat. I want to make you feel like shit, and then fill you up with hope again. Because this is what writers do: we take your emotions by the balls and make you feel the depths of our souls. A bit awkward, but this is how we know to connect. 

It’s the only way I know to express myself. The only way people will understand. But I’m not ready though, and neither are they. I need to learn more, I need to live more.

(Source: abcdefortezzo)

High school was never what I hoped it would be, and i say this in a passed tense because it’s too late to change anything now.

I had plans, I had ideas, I had intentions to change the world. What happened?