I've Learned That You Can't Control What

My Thoughts Create My World -marcus Flutie

I've Learned That You Can't Control What Other People Are Going To Think About You. The Best You Can Do In Life Is Not Piss Yourself Off.

It Just Makes Me Wonder What Subject You Blame For Talking To Me Every Night.' I'm Still Settling On An Answer For That One. Probably Chemistry. Jesus Christ. I Can't Believe I Just Wrote That.

I Thought Marcus Was Going To Be In My Life Forever. Then I Thought I Was Wrong. Now He’s Back. But This Time I Know What’s Certain: Marcus Will Be Gone Again, And Back Again And Again And Again Because Nothing Is Permanent. Especially People. Strangers Become Friends. Friends Become Lovers. Lovers Become Strangers. Strangers Become Friends Once More, And Over And Over. Tomorrow, Next Week, Fifty Years From Now, I Know I’ll Get Another One-word Postcard From Marcus, Because This One Doesn’t Have A Period Signifying The End Of The Sentence. Or The End Of Anything At All.

Ever Notice How People Wait Until They're Not Going To See You Anymore To Say Something Nice To You?