love is like a roller coaster

♥ one hundred (ending) ♥

there's this girl.

and she's not the girl i started writing about.
she's not any of the ones i wrote about in the middle.
she's not who i wrote about in the end.

this girl is beautiful.
and she's smart,
and kind,
and cares so deeply she feels it in her bones,
and she cries when no one's looking,
and she laughs at stupid things,
and she has loved some things for so long that she'll never let go of them.

and there's this girl,
and she talks to herself because sometimes other people are tiring,
and she stays up until three am listening to music and dreaming,
and she writes poetry and dances and draws and she tries her very best to live.

this girl,
she's not sure if she knows what love is yet.
and she's tried, she's tried her whole life to understand it, to find it, to believe in it.
and she's never quite gotten it.

there's this girl,
and this girl is me.

i've asked a lot of questions.
questions that have no answers, some that do, some that i'll never know, some i will.

and i've said a lot of pretty things,
things i hope you'll remember me by.

i hope you'll read this
and think of a girl
who's scared to love,
and hope,
and dream,
and live.

but she's trying her very best.

it's ok to be scared.
it's ok to laugh, and cry, and feel.

it's hard to say goodbye.
i've never been good at it.
and i never quite know what to say

this girl is going to try to love.
and she'll fail,
and cry
and break and fall down and hurt.

but maybe she'll succeed.
and smile,
and dance,
and live.

and isn't that all we can really hope for?

love is like a roller coaster