[believe]

i truly believe:

that no matter how dark it appears on the horizon, good always prevails over evil.

that the best mix cds are made when you are drunker than drunk.

that life as we know it is a really good show.

that people come into your life for a reason, even if they don’t stay for very long.

that girls who loves boys, who love boys, are girls worth hanging on to.

that no matter how much anger, sadness and disappointment that exists in a friendship, the things that drew you together in the first place have a way of working all that bad stuff out.

that we lose people before we’re ever really ready to let them go.

that it’s possible to die of a broken heart.

that kd lang has a voice like an angel.

that people underestimate me on a daily basis.

that not everyone from ohio is misguided.

that one day matt nathanson will run away with me, to another world, and we can find it together…

that you can believe in God and still have an open mind, a very open mind.

a mind you can use all on your own, without the help of a fearless leader.

a money hungry, oil sniffing, hitler-esque fearless leader.

that some days, waking up on a couch, reeking of cigarette smoke (not yours of course), cat hairs all over you (yes I remember the old irrational fear), mouth dryer than a desert in arizona (that reminds you of a boy in arizona), that reminds you of a song by the format, helps you see the brighter side of things.

that people suck, that people hurt you, that people break your heart on a daily basis. but it’s up to you to decide who’s worth giving a second chance, and who’s worth moving on and forgetting about.

that subway, cheap wine, me driving, you crying, are the basis of a lifelong friendship.

that people try to pretend that they know you, in a short period of time.

that those people are simple, and shallow.

that those people will never know you, no matter how much time they invest you.

that no matter how brave i am. how much i fake it. how much i lie. the truth is, i miss him so much. i don’t care what he said or did, or whatever. i just want a re-do. a chance to make it right again, on both our parts.

that no matter how many pictures i see of him, of us, of that night, don't make it okay to say goodbye. you didn’t want it. i don’t want it. so why did we ever have one?

"i wish that you could see me when i'm flying in my dreams. the way i laugh there way up high, the way i look when i fly. the way i laugh, the way i fly..."