Loved your tumblr post. I actually do check tumblr.
My favorite thing about John Green books is that you can turn to a random page and find something beautiful like “That’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt” or you can turn to a random page and find a gem like “IT’S NOT MY FAULT THAT MY PARENTS OWN THE WORLD LARGEST COLLECTION OF BLACK SANTAS”
My tears run down like razor blades, I know I’m not the one to blame, it’s you… Or is it me?
So i’m confused. I’m confused because I thought I wanted school. And on some level I do. But for some reason I feel out of place here. Walking down vm….being in a classroom….I feel like i’m visiting. I’m tired, emotionally and physically, from the summer and today showed me that. Little words hurt. I forgot that. Being with a toddler all summer you have listen to every word very carefully to understand what they’re trying to say. With such precision now applied to a college level type of vocabulary…my brain is going crazy. And my phone is spazzing. sigh.