The life we want will always SEEM better than the life we have, but there are certain things in our lives that make it special and worth living. If we got the lives we thought were "better," who's to say that they really would be. There is no such thing as perfection in life. It is the imperfections that make it perfect for us.

I HATE PEOPLE WHO FUCKING DRINK AND DRIVE! My friend and "brother" was killed on March 18 at 12:45 a.m. in a fucking hit-and-run. When they catch the son-of-a-bitch that killed him, I'm going to look into the bastard's eyes and let him know who the fuck he's hurt and pissed off.

What happens when you find that everything you've ever wanted is attainable by giving up something you've always been? Is it worth giving up a part of you to be allowed to be with the one you love? I've always said I would do anything for him, and I find that everyone believes that what I want to do is not the way to go. It's not as though I would be changing who I am, and who he fell in love with. I would simply be altering one part of me.