I would appreciate it if you did not put me in the same category as everyone else when you were the one who asked what I was thinking even though I knew it would make you feel bad. You opened the can of worms. I…
Oh right, babe, because you’ve never impulsively posted something about me? That’s what this is about? Just because you didn’t do it purposely doesn’t mean I didn’t feel guilty. I ALWAYS feel guilty picking me over you and you know that. I get it, I shouldn’t have given you shit for feeling, but it was impulsive, I was upset. I asked you not to tip-toe around my emotions, you didn’t, how could you not expect me to feel something? Just because it was what I wanted you to do doesn’t mean it’s what I wanted to hear. I’d rather you tell me the truth and get hurt for a few hours than have you lie to me and never know what you’re thinking. I guess I’ll talk to you when you’re up to it. Enjoy your ‘you’ day. I love you.
Society's standards are fucked. If you're reserved and quiet, you're emo. If you're open and expressive, you're attention hungry. If you're a virgin by 16, you're doing something wrong. If you lose it by 16, you're a whore. If you don't compliment yourself, you're begging for compliments. If you do compliment yourself, you're full of yourself. If you're unique, you're weird. If you're "normal," you're boring. It's hard to find yourself in a world so centered around perfection, when in reality imperfection is what defines us.
Me:Carmen, it's easy. Right atrium to eight ventricle to pulmonary arteries to lungs to pulmonary veins to left atrium to left ventricle to aorta to body to superior/inferior vena cava. It's cakesauce!
Clementine:When I was a kid, I thought I was. I can't believe I'm crying already. Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don't matter. So, I'm eight, and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine, and I keep yelling at her, "You can't be ugly! Be pretty!" It's weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.
Clementine:Hi. Didn't figure you'd show your face around me again. I guess I thought you were... humiliated. You did run away, after all.
Joel:I just needed to see you.
Joel:I'd like to, um... take you out, or something.
Joel:Not yet, not married. No, I'm not married.
Clementine:Look man, I'm telling you right off the bat, I'm high-maintainance, so... I'm not gonna tip-toe around your marriage, or whatever it is you've got goin' there. If you wanna be with me, you're with me.
Clementine:Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.
Joel:I remember that speech really well.
Clementine:I had you pegged, didn't I?
Joel:You had the whole human race pegged.
Joel:I still thought you were gonna save my life... even after that.
Clementine:Ohhh... I know.
Joel:It would be different, if we could just give it another go-round.
Clementine:Remember me. Try your best; maybe we can.
This self-loathing has got to stop, baby... you deserve to know that you're more than enough for me. You are strong. You are wonderful and I love you. Just because I'm going through things doesn't mean you're doing anything wrong. I love you.
I could spend an entire day telling you how much I love you and I would not even scratch the surface of how deep my affection is towards you. There will never be enough time to explain my love. There aren’t enough words to articulate the way you make me feel. So everyday, I will tell you, “I love you”, in hopes that you will also want to spend the remainder of your life with me.