kerriphernelia
Jesse, we need to cook.
I have many thoughts, though I can never quite remember them. So many things pass through my head day after day that I can never keep track. I guess it's for the best.
In school you can measure things in inches and meters, but what does that count for? You can't measure pain. You can't measure love. What's the point of trying to keep track at all?
I'll be here for moral support. Always. Problem is, I have questionable morals.
Held close to someone makes you feel safe. The one time you don't feel insecure. Being so close to someone that for once in your life you don't feel judged, but accepted. Loved.
A showing of true happiness, right? Wrong. For sometimes those with the brightest smiles are the most broken. A smile is a facade in society to avoid the question of 'what's wrong?'
Don't believe every smile you see.
The only time I feel comfort. When someone accepts you and loves you for who you really are. Words can only prove so much, but touch is forever.
Something so sad can be the only thing that keeps people together. 2 sides of a family may hate each other, but will come together for a death. They may not like each other, but they will at least respect each other for that night. How can death be the thing that makes us appreciate family, friends, and life? We should already know this.
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