All good things end eventually, but I wish you would have stayed.

What changed? Or should I say – who changed?
I don’t think I changed. Maybe you think I did. I don’t know why you would think that, because I’m still the same person you used to call your best friend. I’m still the person you used to talk to every time you signed onto msn. I’m still the person you used to spend time with. I’m still the person you used to wave to in the halls.
But to you, I am none of those things.
It was never awkward for us. Even when we weren’t good friends, I never thought talking to you was awkward. Now it is. For the first time in our friendship, I don’t know how to talk to you. I don’t know what will make you upset. Because I don’t know what’s making you upset in the beginning.
You’ve made accusations based on nothing. You think we changed. You think we hate you. You think we hate him.
The only thing he could ever do that would make me hate him is if he hurt you. As far as I can tell he hasn’t. I could be wrong. I haven’t talked to you in a long time.
I don’t hate him though. And I certainly don’t hate you.
“You could punch me in the face, and I wouldn’t be mad at you.”
What happened to that?
What happened to a friendship that would never end.
I miss you so much.
I’m not mad. I’m hurt. I’m so filled with a feeling of abandon.
How can you just forget everything we’ve been through? We were always there for each other.
No matter who was mad at me, or what fight had been happening, I was always sure I had you to fall back on. Now I’m not so sure.
What changed?

Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.

I want to live.
I want to try almost everything at least once.
I want to experience the world.
I want to know things.
I want to see things.
I want to see the good things, and I want to see the bad things.
I want to put some good in the world that wasn’t there before.
I want to be out of my comfort zone.
I don’t want to follow the rules.
I don’t want to do what’s expected of me.
I want to march to the beat of my own drum.
I don’t want my future decided for me.
I want to make my own rules.
I want to live my own life.

"Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an unlived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live."

Go now and live.

Go now and live.
Experience. Dream. Risk. Close your eyes and jump. Enjoy the freefall. Choose exhilaration over comfort. Choose magic over predictability. Choose potential over safety. Wake up to the magic of everyday life. Make friends with your intuition. Trust your gut. Discover the beauty of uncertainty. Know yourself fully before you make promises to another. Make millions of mistakes so that you will know how to choose what you really need. Know when to hold on and when to let go. Love hard and often and without reservation. Seek knowledge. Open yourself up to possibility. Keep your heart open, your head high and your spirit free. Embrace your darkness along with your light. Be wrong once in a while and don’t be afraid to admit it. Awaken to the brilliance in ordinary moments. Tell the truth about yourself no matter what the cost. Own your reality without apology. See goodness in the world. Be bold. Be fierce. Be grateful. Be wild, crazy and gloriously free. Be you.
Go now and live.

-Jeanette Leblanc

you don't care, but it was the best moment of my life.

I was thinking about you again today. Remembering our past together. I realized something.
I realized that I have a hard time thinking of memories that make me smile. All I can remember when I think of you are the times when you would take my money, my food. When you would take me away from my friends and family. The only good memories I have are when you would compliment my appearance, or when you would tell me things like that I was the only who really cared about you.
I can see now that you never told me how much you cared about me. And that’s because I don’t think you ever really did. And that really tears me apart. It really kills me that after all we’ve been through, everything that happened, it was all a lie. I was a convienient way for money and food, but when it got to more, you ran away and then made me feel like it was all my fault.
The time we spent together meant more to me than you will ever know, but I can see now that it meant nothing to you.
There will always be a place in my heart for you, and it will take me a long time to get over this.
But, I need to forget you, please let me.
This hurts too much.
Your memory haunts everything I do.
Let me move on.

my favorite quote.

from the second lord of the rings.

“I can’t do this Sam.”
“I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like the in great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going because they were holding on to something.”
“What are we holding onto, Sam?”
“That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.”