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I’m a big, fat hypocrite.

that’s all i want to say.

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that is how i have felt today.

if i could have punched those keys without hurting my laptop i so would have

basically

my family is crabby so here i will sit. in my room. and waste away on the computer. and not do my homework.

i went to go see the vow yesterday with my friend and it was incredibly sad. like i couldn’t even imagine something like that happening to me, it would be so awful. i was crying like a fool mostly because channing tatum was being so damn sexy and adorable that i couldn’t even help but feel horrible for him. then we went to applebees and pigged out hardcore because we are cute like that.

i’m dying. my mother just called the credit card lady on the phone a skank. is this the real life?

…dude what the fuck just happened?

But my words like silent raindrops fell, and echoed in the wells of silence.

I just got back from listening to one of the most inspirational speakers ever. He started a little group called “To Write Love on Her Arms” you may have heard of it. He talked about how many people are really suffering from depression and anxiety and addiction, self harm, and it was incredible. I’m so glad I went. I can’t even. I feel so inspired now and I just want to make a difference like he did. He saved so many people and he doesn’t even know the full extent of it. It was so lovely and I really needed that after a day like today.