I guess i could be preety pissed off about what happened to me, but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s to much. My heart fills up like a baloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax and stop trying to hold on to it. And then it flows trough me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no ideea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry, you will some day.
American beauty ~ 1999