if someone was the middle of the ocean, do you think they would know they were wet?
how can people be so clueless when it comes to being loved?
there are times, more often then should be, that i would swear no one would care if i killed myself...
then i see a brief glimpse at how many people actually know my name, how many random kids look up to me, how many adults actually respect me.
but then i think, most of those people have seen one side of me, they think i have it all together...if they only knew...
but some of them know i don't have it all together and they love me anyways. when i can see that then i know i am wet and the ocean is very beautiful...
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