Because I'm A Girl
It strange that the small things are the things that make you want to cry. It's just a handful of words, but the thing is I forgot about them. The thing is they weren't real to me. But they're there. Do you remember?

It's too bad life is like a movie you can't rewind and see from someone else's point of view. It's too bad that you either have to believe it or not and there's no way of knowing for sure. Too bad there's no omniscient narrator to whisper in your ear and tell you what's right to do in the big picture. There's no one who knows the entire situation, but it's actually all of the pieces put together, and sometimes you're in the right, but most of the time you're just wrong.

Why is it that the things you can't have are what you want?
Why do we love the things we don't understand?
What's in the word that we can't help but long for?