no matter how many times you see that `shooting star no matter how many 4 leafclovers you've picked there will never be enough coins thrown in that fountain + all those crossed fingers ; yeah theyre worthless. if its meant to be: everything will happen on its own

i am content to walk a little slower,

because there is nowhere

that I really need to be

"So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race." -Jessica Leigh Griffith

I guess we all have secrets. I’m broken. He cheated on her last weekend. She cheated on him that same night. The prettiest girl in the school is jealous of a nerd. The perfect jock loves that same nerd but can’t say anything. And the guy best friend loves his best friend, but she loves her boyfriend, who doesn’t really love her. Everyone has a secret, what would happen if they all came out? Would anything change? Or would we all pretend nothing was different?

maybe she just feels like she's never good enough. not a good enough friend. not a good enough girl. not a good enough sister, daughter, athlete, and maybe she's just sick of trying.

will always be that girl, wanting but never having. I will always be that girl, seeing but never feeling. I will always be that girl, who doesn’t know the difference between dreams and reality. I guess you can say, I will always be that girl, waiting.

Today is one of those days,

where you ride in the car,

windows rolled down,

even though it's the middle of winter.

Playing your favorite cd,

having no cares in the world,

and just screaming the lyrics

like someone was listening.

So I guess no matter how hard I tryto make sense of this, it'll always come back to the fact that things change, people change, & stupid girls like me make mistakes

there are some things that you want to question andoverthink, but stop.

don't overanalyze everything.

maybe they won't mean anything at all and maybe it does.

just take it and live with it

sure, she's pretty, but it's about more than that. you two connect. anything you throw at her, she can throw right back. you figured out what's going on in that predictable head of hers in under five minutes. but something tells you her heart would take about five years.

She's not the kind of girl who likes to tell the world about the way she feels about herself.