And although all of the struggles continuously possess my entire existence, I shall always keep one and only mindset: I am whatever I wish to be.

"we're all just people with the same problems and different last names."

don't know how i've been living
before i met someone like you
that makes me feel so alive

This has been over-said, I know
But it seems as though some people
Aren't listening
How can homosexuality be a choice?
Why would someone choose that life-style
Of pain, rejection, fear, and no acceptance?
Why would two boys choose
To have a relationship they had to keep hidden?
A relationship many people would not accept?
Why would they choose to be separated in public
To not even look at each other for fear of rumors
Who dare compare love to *******,
How dare they say it's comparable to loving a car
These are people, and this is real love
How dare they say that those two girls
Holding hands, looking into each others eyes
Love each other any less than the boy and girl
Please, I urge anyone out there doubting
That these people don't choose to live that way
It's your responsibility to create a world
Where it's no longer un-accepted,
Where those boys can show the world they
Do like kissing, they do like holding hands
It's our responsibility to change for the better
Anyone who says it's a choice, obviously
Has never fallen helplessly in love before

At our beginning, I told myself that I wouldn't need you.
That I could make it through the day without your hand in mine.
That I could sleep without hearing your breath.
That I could wake again without my lips pressing against yours.
But here I am, five months in, needing you like oxygen.

You are so much more than the number on the scale or the averages on your transcripts.

the single moment you listen to those songs and don't want to die is the moment you begin to live.