WeWillMakeIt

You can't blame the storytellers for their interpretations of what this society has become.

Fri, 14 Jun 2013 13:50:34 -0400

I'm a hopeless romantic who isn't being romanced.

Thu, 30 May 2013 17:18:16 -0400

Sometimes it seems as if you feel that you don’t have to fight for me. I waited for you. I was here when you came back. You didn’t have to go back into the dating scene, you didn’t have to try. You merely went with the first girl that was offering to love you. And, since then, you feel like you don’t have to work hard because what could you possibly do that would make me stop loving you? I waited for three years, what would make me give up now?

Yes. What could possibly make me feel so defeated? Perhaps it’s the way I yearn for flowers and chocolates. Or maybe the way I’m dying for you to sweep me off of my feet the way you did in the beginning.

But no. I could live with neither of those things and still be content. So long as you told me how you felt about me. I would never tell you in a million years, but that’s what I want more than anything for my birthday.

I want you to tell me exactly what I mean to you. I desperately hope the answer is a kind one.

I am not the girl the guy gets at the end of the movie. I am not a fantasy. If you want me, earn me.

Wed, 29 May 2013 16:08:04 -0400

I know that I am what I feel, But I wish that someone could see what is real, I want my mother to...

Sun, 26 May 2013 20:52:06 -0400

I know that I am what I feel,

But I wish that someone could see what is real,

I want my mother to stop and hear my voice,

Perhaps then I would feel like I have a choice.

I’m standing on the edge of this cliff prepared to fall,

Prepared to end everything, though I can’t help but stall.

I’m poised on this ledge, amidst the clouds,

Wanting and hoping that my mother would be proud.

Proud of the whir of my typewriter as it speaks to my peers,

Proud of my strength and my courage throughout all of these years.

There are times when we’re doing something boring, like...

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:29:34 -0400

There are times when we’re doing something boring, like watching TV or tickling each other, and I look at you and get this overwhelming feeling. This feeling of, ‘I could do this for the rest of my life.” If I woke up next to you each morning, and told you my dreams over a bowl of cereal, I’d be okay. If I fell asleep in your arms each night, content because I made your favorite dinner and you surprised me with dessert, I’d be okay. Maybe that’s the entire point. With you, I know that it’s all going to be okay.

Nothing Matters

Sun, 19 May 2013 18:32:04 -0400

When you go from a life of meaning to a life devoid of any legitimate significance, how are you supposed to derive any level of importance?

How are you supposed to survive in a life where nothing matters?

Finish Line.

Wed, 08 May 2013 23:00:02 -0400

Sometimes I feel as if I left behind an unfinished past life. That feeling that you get when you leave the house and you can’t remember if you left the stove on, or a maybe it was a light. That nagging sense that you forgot something, that something isn’t complete. That’s the sense I get with something else. Something bigger and much more important on a larger scale.

I have unfinished business in a past life, and I don’t know the first thing I should do in regards to finishing it.

To Matter.

Sat, 04 May 2013 00:33:26 -0400

Is it wrong to want to exist for a reason? Is it wrong that I wish for the reason to be thrust upon me? Is it wrong that I want my purpose to be embossed upon my face?

I live this life and I walk this Earth as if nothing matters, as if I don’t matter. When did everything begin to diminish and when did I stop mattering?

Perhaps, through the transitive property, if I find something in my life that truly matters, I will then begin to matter.

Memory Believes before Knowing Remembers.

Fri, 12 Apr 2013 13:28:34 -0400

With my writing, I want to give the people in this world a glimpse into my own. I want my world to...

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 23:57:09 -0400

With my writing, I want to give the people in this world a glimpse into my own. I want my world to change people, just like their world has changed me.

Do what you are capable of. Not what you think you are capable of.

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 23:56:17 -0400

Waiting for it.

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 23:55:55 -0400

There’s so much good in my life. A kind of good I never thought I would know, so I never thought to expect it. And yet, I can’t help but to be waiting for the bad. I’m looking for it, and i know that isn’t fair. Not to you, or anyone else, least of all myself. But it is far better to seek out the bad when you’re prepared for it, rather than to stumble upon it when you aren’t.

Literally anything.

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 23:54:00 -0400

I am a vastly complicated person and he may never fully understand all that there is to understand about me. But, at the very least, I want him to understand that I love him more than anything. Literally anything else in this universe.

I've been terrible to you lately. Worse than even I could imagine and I just want to say, I'm sorry.

Tue, 09 Apr 2013 23:52:43 -0400

I just need to know that you want this too.

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 23:34:53 -0400

I want to be.

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 22:00:50 -0400

I want to be the kind of writer that can make a person look up solemnly from their book, with tears in their eyes, and satisfaction in their hearts. I want to be the kind of writer that gives people the motivation to travel the world, or to discover themselves, or to take chances. I want to be the kind of writer that makes a person gasp softly at the person they are after having read my work, still the same, yet wildly different.

I want people to yearn for more writing from me because my work was different. No, my work made a difference. I want people to be astounded with the change they wish to impact on the world after having read my words. I want people to actually read my words, to actually understand them.

I want a vast amount of people to feel as if I know them better than they know themselves, without having ever met them. I want to enlighten the world with the way I choose to be together a sentence on a page.

Every saint has a past, and every sinner a future.

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 19:34:18 -0500

Every saint has a past, and every sinner a future.

"It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch..."

Tue, 05 Mar 2013 19:33:31 -0500

“It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.”

In The Zone.

Wed, 27 Feb 2013 00:31:11 -0500

There are so many things that must be done piling up on my desk. Essays and quizzes and midterms and books that need to be read. It’s overwhelming, and you’re the only one that can make any of it better. You remind me to breathe during times when oxygen seems to be my enemy.

It’s hard. And it’s challenging. And there are multiple occasions where I really don’t want to press on, but I must. I know that once all of this part of my life is over, the best part will be coming. I just have to work harder than I’ve ever worked before, and I have to stay focused.

Keep my head in the game.

We will tell them.

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 04:11:00 -0500

Someday these will just be stories that we’ll tell our kids. How we got through the three years of you being in the service while I was struggling with being madly in love with you. How we got through two and a half years of me going to Florida State while you were back at home. How we spent the summer before I left together, and we fell in love. Well, at least you did. I had already fallen. I have the bruises to show it. How we went to Virginia for Winter Break because you listen to me. We fell even more in love, and we started the year how we wanted to spend the rest of it: together.

We’ll tell our kids that for the best things to truly work out and be the best things, you have to give them time and you have to work through them. Elbow grease is something you should become familiar with. We’ll let them know that we talked on the phone every single night while we were away from each other, and how we drove up or down every chance that we got. We’ll exchange stories on summers that we spent together and explored our relationship.

We’ll tell them how we were so in love that we argued quite a bit. About whether our kids would go to Ivy League schools, or who was going to be in our wedding party. We argued about not arguing, and about boys and/or girls that got in the way of our destiny.

You will tell them about the wonderful times you spent back home from the military. All of your escapades with their Uncle John, and how great of a rager their Dad could throw.

I will tell them about how wonderful college is, and how I learned so much about myself that I never would have discovered if I hadn’t left. I’ll make them understand that if you don’t know yourself, you can never really know someone else.

But, most of all, we’ll agree on the fact that this separation sucks.

We’ll agree that, though worth it, it was miserable at least half of the time.

We survived it, but we didn’t enjoy being away from each other. Not for a single second.