She loves the smell of cute notebooks, of colored pens, and of new books. She eats like a man, although she has never been mistaken as one. She laughs at the lamest jokes here on earth, but can't pull off a decent joke herself. She's clumsy, but always makes sure her heart is in the right place.
You are so lucky to be bestfriends. Work hard at that. And respect that. Be patient. You don’t always have to be right. Even if you are, it doesn’t fucking matter anyway. Fight for it everyday. I wish I had.
People say to you, ‘you’ve changed’, or something like that, well, I hope, for the sake of God that you have changed, because I don’t want to be the same person all my life. I want to be growing, I want to be expanding. I want to be changing. Because animate things change, inanimate things don’t change. Dead things don’t change. And the heart should be alive, it should be changing, it should be moving, it should be growing, its knowledge should be expanding.