All the world holds dear, I count it all as loss.
Life, to me, is absolutely unbelievable and amazing, and I love it.
My life...
Jesus. (help me)
I live with my parents... get over it, it's free.
I sing in the car.
I drive at night.
Solo road trips.
I don't make out.
I don't roll my eyes... ever.
When I'm in an argument, or difficult situation with someone for some reason I picture it like something you would see on tv and I act accordingly. So when you aren't looking I do something like mouth "what the heck" or throw my body into some sort of stressed out seizuristic tantrum only to recover just before you turn back around.
It's weird, but I'm entertained by it.
I don't act like I'm gonna live forever.
I think like I will.
The best part of me is waiting to come out.
(I think that's the part that wants to make some progress with my life)
The only thing I doubt is that I'll fail.
I absolutely love what I do right now.
I love the snow.
I don't let things get to me.
A lot of stuff gets to me.
I can make people laugh... mostly at me.
I don't play for keeps.
I don't even know what that means.
I don't tell people to "get a life."
I tell then to "earn a life."
It sounds deep and less insulting.
What if a very literal burn victim died of hunger, because someone told him "If you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen"... that would be sad.
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