Fix Me

High up above or down below/ when you're too in love to let it go/ but if you never try then you'll never know/ just what you're worth

Today kind of sucked. Mostly because it was so happy and well and then it turned painful and confusing and basically suckish. I know, I'm supposed to be the eloquent one. Obviously^^

This post was supposed to be sad and angry and heartbroken, but I just received the loveliest text imaginable from Sam, and I just can't be sad. To type anything depressing at this point would be like violating her feelings and disregarding her good will. Thank you, Sam, from the bottom of my heart.

Lights will guide you home/ and ignite your bones/ and I will try to fix you

Thank you Coldplay/Yellowcard. I love you, Sam. And Janelle. And Sabrina and Caitlin and Taylie and Maddie and dear Cam and Sierra and Tony and Erin and Logan and Arianna and good old Gretch and Allison and Erik and Heather and Taylor and Davis and the band and my AP Language class and YouTubers and Sam Sam Sam and a lot of other people.

Time to sleep. Tomorrow will be better.