My glasses are broken. I now know why I am short sighted.
Take a closer look. Things far away are kinda distorted after all.

Yesterday, I came to terms with a lot. The things that I imagined he was feeling last year were true. He asked me about it all last night. I've never been so honest. I told him everything. What I had felt, and what I feel now. He seeemed to understand, and I think he'll be able to understand me better.

Honesty.

Look closely.

And I must admit, things changed last night. Just like they always do. Metamorphosis. After months, change will come to you. A culmination of things. Ends.

My birthday taught me,

Somethings are ends. Somethings are beginnings.

My friends tell me that I am fragile, and that I must protect myself, when they cannot. My best friends forbade me from seeing you again. I'm sorry.

I am a million little pieces, and once in a while, the pieces rearrange themselves. Its beautiful.