10:09 am - Thursday, Sept. 02, 2004
Song: Vanessa Carlton - White Houses
�We were all in love and we all got hurt� � Vanessa Carlton, White Houses
That is high school. And every moment of these days we seem to be living. Because each of us keeps venturing on the cliff of this thing that is love. But are any of us brave enough to make that leap.
We feel too serious and we pull back some. That person is leaving for college now, and what do we do, we say see ya. We say we�re too young to care so much, too young to settle. We find what we need elsewhere because people are too young to change their lives for love. When in all actuality, you�ve got to change your life for something, or you will always make these mistakes.
High school, we all put our lips on love. Love was that soft thing that you thought you could make last forever, without ever realizing what it meant to go away for college, or follow your dreams (even the ones that didn�t coincide with theirs). Love was this thing you needed, and when you found it you never let it out of your sight.
When does love grow up? I think I know, but I have no fucking clue. That is life and love. You think you know but there will always be someone you think knows it better then you.
But love. You can�t just go jumping of cliffs. It�s not safe, it�s not smart. So we�re searching for the person who�ll hold the rope for us; that person who will patiently support our weight and lower us down that cliff. That leads to love. That is love.
Sometimes there's too much love, and sometimes there�s much too little. And love hurts like hell. Hurts like hell as strong as when it�s the greatest in the world. And you�re sleeping just to dream about them and you�re crying because you can�t help them, you hurt them, you can�t solve a thing, and you can�t make up your mind
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