I could honestly write a book on my last five days alone (or hell, my whole summer), call it a memoir, few would believe me, but it would be intriguing enough to still sell millions. Life isn’t going exactly as I’d desire, but damn, adventures are amazing. …Mystery is good, too, ey? (No one knows what I’ve seen or done (exactly) in the past few days (or months) except I and anyone involved. Hoorah for secrecy!)
….Actually, I need to write that book.
ok so now that i know where “i want to believe” comes from it’s actually heart breaking???????