History of my Life

When you die, do you think it's going to matter
if you were a gangster? If you had swag? If you
were dressed a certain way? You're dead and
you're going to rot. And when you rot. No one
is going to remember you. Because all you left
behind in this world was something no one cares about.
Forever is a long time to waste on someone
who doesn't love you back. then again, she had no idea.

I don't care. And I'll keep telling
myself that until it's true.

We survive by remembering, but
sometimes we survive by forgetting.

When the day comes that you don't cross my
mind, and I finally do forget you for good,
please don't remember me.
Sometimes it's better to just keep it all inside
so the only person who can judge is you.

Clementine: This is it Joel. It’s going to be gone soon.
Joel: I know.
Clementine: What do we do?
Joel: Enjoy it.

I'm ready to be the girl I used to be. the one
that never cried, the one that didn't get mad at
stupid little things and the one that didn't
sit around and worry about love.
Who says I can’t be free from all of
the things that I used to be?

It doesn't make sense to let go of something you had for so long,
but it also doesn't make sense to hold on when nothing's there.

"Oh she looks happy, lets fuck up her life a little more."
Every time you thought of giving up,
remind yourself what kept you holding on.