“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m alright”. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it isn’t even an answer—it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.”—The Book Thief, Markus Zusak (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
This is why i'm going to lose a scholarship: because i care too much about how people really feel so i put off everything, and wait, and wait, and wait for someone.
i'm waiting instead of writing several essays. Aren't i a fool?
It is a lot easier not to care. But to me, love is the only thing that really matters and makes a difference. So i wait for the next degree in which i can have my heart broken, so it won't hurt as much as it would if i took a leap. i don't know.
I too am waiting. For heartbreak, pain, misery, or joy I am not sure of yet. My whole life has been spent in 2 halves. The first half waiting, and the second half having to finally catching up much later. Usually much too late.
That is just sad. It’s things like that make me thankful for the childhood I had, and at the same time feel sorry for the children of today’s/future generations who won’t have the same experience as I did. What happened to innocence? What happened to just being a kid?
Sometimes, I wonder if anyone can see through my lies whenever I reply with "I'm fine" to "Are you okay?"
I never know what to say or how to respond to “How are you doing?”. I wonder if they have the time and or care to listen, and usually I just figure why bore them with things far from the truth, so I just say “fine”, “pretty good” or my usual go to, “I’m doin’ alright”.