The office finale was so perfect.
I love every single part of it.
Every quote, every prank, every dance.
The message was wonderful.
They really created something beautiful in something ordinary.
And even though I feel that a big part of me is over, that part had a perfect ending.
So Greg Daniels, thank you, thank you for introducing those special people in my life, thank you!
Since I found out about you and her I cried. I thought we were getting somewhere but it was all an illusion. My illusion filled with your lies. I feel stupid for believing in them but what can you expect from someone who’s in love. And I hate to admit it but I learned to love you. Now I must learn to let you go. Friendship is unnecessary in this, so you must also let me go too. I won’t wish you well because I don’t mean it. I just wish all this pain disappears along with you.
There are times where I think of all the ways we could meet again. At the movies, at the fair, at the mall and you will see me differently, you will love what you see.
But none of those ways are perfect, because none of those ways are real.
And maybe if we meet again I know you will not act as I wanted. Because you don’t see me the way you used to.
My heart hurts a little,
Yesterday, I thought that I was going to drown in my own tears.
Today, it only hurts.
In my eyes, I think is unfair, because I’m a good person.
I know I am, I know…
Every series that begins with a Naked and Famous song, automatically becomes more awesome.
Although it was a bit predictable, the storyline was very enjoyable. It portraits a handful of characters which had qualities that could easily be found in some friends that had passed thru my life. The whole scavenger hunt idea was, for me, quite original. And making the whole book be based on one night was more interesting
Overall it was an easy read, a great characteristic for a last book before college begin.
Ps. started reading The Night Circus, I might take a while to finish it since I started college and it’s a very big book.
I’m at this new book club and I’m answering the “getting to know you” questions. And one of the questions is: “A little something about you that is interesting?”. Is it sad the fact that I don’t know what to write in there?
At first I was confused as to what I was reading, since I started reading it without knowing what it was about. I only knew that it was suppose to be funny and to my surprise, it was. It was funny not in a “HAHAHA my stomachs hurt” kind of way but more of a “clever/witty” way.
Most of the characters were lovable and funny even those who were suppose to be the antagonist. The unique letter format gave the book a more personal feel, since I felted that the characters were writing letters to me.
Without this book I wouldn’t have known that such island existed (pardon my ignorance) and I also wouldn’t have known how it was affected by the German occupation.
Overall it was a brilliant book and a great way to spend the summer vacation.
Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers. How delightful if that were true.- Mary Ann Shaffer - The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
Ps. I also read Ready Player One, but I don’t know why I haven’t made a simple review of it. Well maybe later
Sometimes I ask myself, why? Why I’m so socially awkward? Why I’m not charismatic? Why I lost my old friends? Why I can’t get new ones? Why I lost my last job? Why I can’t get past the interview? Why my creations aren’t successful? Why my family don’t support me?
I feel that what I do/what I am, is never enough. That I would never get a chance to reach my full potential. And that everything I do, would never be appreciated. All of this, is dissipating my passion. Making me feel indifferent toward life. Erasing my need to achieve greatness. Nowadays I only feel tired. Tired of the pain, tired of pretending that it is not here. Tired of not getting chances.
Is a shame, that all of this is happening because life is created to make something outstanding with it. Life is an empty canvas waiting for it to be turn into a masterpiece. Well mine’s not. Mine is a dirty old crocked canvas that doesn’t stand a chance in this world and it’s ready to be thrown away.