Friday, November 5, 2010

They all are so much better than me. I am not beautiful, talented, or smart. I am no one of great importance. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and I will soon be forgotten. I am just a wall flower. A whisper in a day dream. A shadow in the crowded hallways. A name on the role sheet. A picture in the yearbook...


  1. <3 <3 And I will argue, to my death, that I do not believe a word of this, but of your feelings.

  2. dearest lauren harper,
    please believe every word of this, even though i know you won't. you are easily one of the most beautiful, talented, and smartest people i know. i'm being completely serious. i am jealous of every single thing you posses. you are so fascinating and amazing, and there isn't one thing about you that i would change! [not that i'm like... married to you or something. i don't know. that sounded weird.] i love you to the moon, and back. and then around a few times. and a few more times. then back again.
    you are the best.
    don't. let. anyone. tell. you. different.
    love, me(: