"I don't know if it's my insecurities, or my paranoia, or my pessimism, or what. But I don't see how we can work past high school. no matter what, I keep ending with you dumping me after we graduate. I don't see how you could want to be with me, when you could have your Columbia boy or whatever. I just don't see it. But I didn't get it. I thought that if we couldn't last forever, what was the point? Why bother? We're fucked. We're going to die. It's all going to be over eventually. It just drove me crazy. So I stopped trying. I didn't get it. Now I get it. One second with you, one moment of being able to look at you and tell you that I love you is worth the heartbreak. Even at my most desperate, I knew that I didn't regret going out with you, I didn't regret anything except for the mistakes I made. So I got it."

I love this boy.
I have nothing else to blog about. Good morning.