February 2012
244 posts
When this life makes you mad enough to kill,
that’s rock bottom.
When you want something bad enough to steal,
that’s rock bottom.
When you feel like you’ve had it up to here,
and you’re mad enough to scream but you’re sad enough to tear.
That’s rock bottom.
“Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That’s what it was like for me. I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that’s why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I’ll never forget a single moment of it.”
—The Notebook