Wednesday, May 19, 2010

116. April 26, 2010

Sometimes I write random things on my hand...
sometimes it is a star, or a moon, or i write sunshine or wake up
pretty much anything
today I wrote this because it was the topic of many conversations...

"If you ask me, there is not one high school student, now or ever, that knows what love is.
So stop saying it, stop trying to find it, and stop proclaiming 'he's the one'.
You aren't in love, you won't find it, and chances are... HE'S NOT!"
~This was said during a conversation today, it was funny

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