Jamie Varon

It’s Almost Too Trite To Write About High School, But Here We Are

It is deeply uncool to ever openly admit that you want to be cool.

Telling someone to “not feel jealous” is like telling someone that it’s healthy to eat vegetables. Like, oh, really? Why didn’t I think of that?

Maybe stretched across our skin is a map we can’t see which details where we’ve been and guides where we’re going.

Don’t give a shit. About anything.

Prepare to have chills. So many chills.

You can’t be expected to just smack a smile on your face and, poof, all your troubles just float away into a cloud of rainbows.

I think I still have hope that there’s a little sense of respect, acceptance, tolerance, and love in all of us.

You will crave french fries. You will feel like french fries are the only things that understand you.

If anyone tells you that they know the secret to finding everlasting love, run the fuck away. They’re lying.

I’m always wanting more, more, more, and contentment is a standstill. If I’m satisfied, what else is there to work towards?