my heart has shrunk to the size of my appendix

You’ve probably stopped finding strands of my hair on your pillow.

“We’ve got to hang out soon!”
“Yes, we do.”

Unexpected last words.

“I knew I was going to get her back...”

I guess you’re Emily and I’m Jessie, and you won’t like my status, because you haven’t seen the movie.

“I love you.  It’s just something I said... I didn’t even realize I meant it.”

“I was 19 once...”

What makes you deserving of happiness? What makes you so deserving of happiness that you didn’t even have to work for?

(You could probably answer this.)

“Can I give you some advice? Takes a step forward. It affect everybody. Don’t take a step back, it’s not good for anybody.”

You never even saw 500 Days of Summer.

I became “That Girl”. Maybe that was all we had to do together. Maybe you were like a guardian angel, a Mary Poppins. Maybe you were only in my life to help me become who I needed to be to move on. Now I’ve got nothing left to learn from you, and we’ve got no more reason to be.

“... lets go fly a kite...”

You’ve got to be vulnerable. People love you more, the more they know about you. The more they know about your flaws.

(Perfection is boring)

Jolly ranchers, jolly ranchers (maybe I’m a psychopath).

“I should tell you upfront, this is not a love story.”

The truth is, I never trusted you anyway, so I wasn’t that surprised.

(you’re burning the house down with yourself in it)

Let me retire to my Robert Frost and Oscar Wilde.

(you never even saw my favorite book of poetry)

This time, we won’t be friends again.

(did you know that in “Girl, Interrupted” - they say that beloved poem by Dorothy) 

how funny.

How funny that you don’t owe the same courtesy as a relationship. You can just leave and pretend it’s an accident.

"you can still fix this"

But it doesn’t matter, because I’ll always love you anyway.

I know, we don't live here anymore

It’s funny, because one of the more romantic thoughts I had was, ‘now I’ll match your hoodie’.

Go with your gut.

That’s one thing I’ve learned. Sometimes that means making the wrong decision, but it’s the still the better one, because it makes you happy.

And they say happiness is what it’s all about, right?

“... And we’ll just spend the weekend burning rubber...”

In a world where everyone  is doing “What makes sense”, maybe there’s something special about doing “What feels right”.

Attention whores & honesty & running barefoot in the rain
Forgiving sometimes, and holding on to grudges other times.            (there’s nothing wrong with holding onto grudges (please don’t rush the mourning of my pride), but there’s nothing pitiful in forgiving either)

("... if all else fails you can blame it on me..." )

“Life does not cease to be funny when people die, any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.”

I won’t pretend I’m not superior to you (I am), so don’t get so upset when you realize you’re beneath me. 

Don’t pretend you don’t act superior to your own brand of ‘lesser people’ too. If you truly thought we all were equals, you wouldn’t treat your son like that, you wouldn’t act like you don’t think I have a rational thought in my head (she treats me like I can think for myself, because I can think for myself).

The instinct was to punch you in the face, but that wouldn’t make you understand - you would only use it as support for your hate. You would only throw it back into her face - proof why she's wrong (she isn’t).

There’s nothing quite so true as the words of your enemies.

(Listen to them, they’re more correct than you’d hope)

“In grade 10, I sat next to a cute boy, with a twitchy leg, so I started to twitch my leg to match him.”

“... you have this innocence...”

I’ve got to start writing things down.

“Some things in life are earnest”

           I hope so.  

“Because I wanted to”

You are full of emotion, and I am a cat.

Talent.

power struggles

Oh, friendship.

Sometimes I say too many things, it makes me hate myself.

“You don’t understand what it means to be female”

I’m trying to write about something that I don’t understand.

(I suppose that’s all we ever write about, but it’s awfully disconcerting)

So I think, lets not be friends anymore. You makes me feel awfully broken, and though I crave your (negative) attention, we've turned out to be less equal than I'd thought (I have a tendency to delude myself)

I hate people who are like me.

The safest thing you can be is the person who cares less.

You aren’t even curious? You aren’t even curious.

I’m all the things that people claim to hate, but they can’t seem to recognize it on me.

“The woods are lovely dark and deep

but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep...”

-- It’s not that I’m private about my life, it’s that I don’t like the judgements you make about my honesty.
With you, I’m too honest.
(Someone please cut out my tongue)

do you hate me now.

It’s not a game anymore, is it?

like 'Up' and Pie

“The blue hair is really sexy”

I should go after that boy. (No, I shouldn’t) Somewhere in there, the motivation is warped.

It might only last the year, but for this year, we’re like a family.

I should buy a floral apron. I should wear it with heels, and a dress. I should wear red lipstick. (those are all things I would never do)

I should buy a floral apron, and learn to cook. 

Dean is down, two to go. (Maybe it’s time I stopped mapping out my life in accordance to tv shows)

Lane/Rain/Pain

(the lightening is just better there)

I should buy a typewriter. I should start wearing glasses, and grow a healthy 5 o’clock shadow. 

I should fall in love. Writers are supposed to fall in love.

“Have you ever seen a heart? It’s like a bloody fist.”

Quotes and quotes and inside jokes pile up inside my brain, and I wonder where you live now, and I wonder if you remember me.

(If I’m already this nostalgic, I’ll be an awful old lady)

Maybe I speak too soon.

“It takes a dedicated hand to put it through the wall”

Peter Pan, Peter Pan. (nothing gold can stay) (the one thing he could never experience)

"I'll be there for you..."

‘Truth’ and ‘Best’ are awfully empty words.

I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far

Headaches are the worst.

“What’s the matter Mary Jane, had a hard day”

because we didn’t like the same music or the same movies, our perfection was doomed. You seemed to think the answers to life were hidden in moments of passionate violence, and I thought they were just behind the close-ups, in her eyes.

I had a dream that I was looking at my yearbook. I was looking at the glossy surface, and then I cracked it open. I wanted to read all the memories and promises people had written, but just looking at the handwriting made my eyes fill up, so I quickly flipped through to some pages of strangers, and then right to the end.

I didn’t want to read something you meant.

(I really did love you then, I just don’t anymore.)

Lets fuck and fuck each other’s brains out, but not look each other in the eyes.

                                                                    (I’ve heard you’ve got beautiful eyes,

 but I don’t think that I should see them)

We’re probably better off.

Headaches thump like heavy heartbeats. I’ll just stay sitting still.

Stop apologizing.

(you don’t have any beauty left, but at least you’ve still got the vanity)

There’s an awful lot of ugly people out there.

Rumble Fish, Rumble Fish, I wish you hadn’t laughed at Rumble Fish. You just don’t understand Rusty James the way I do. You just don’t understand Motorcycle boy the way I do.

I’m playing those lyrics on repeat.

I become a different person when I’m angry (angerpassionlustlovehate). That person don’t have a lot of control.
‘...Women are calculated...’

Maybe that’s true or maybe that isn’t, but I bet I’m a lot more calculated than you think I am. 

Tell me the difference between ‘that girl’, and ‘a girl’.