postsecret-esque.

i feel like i should write something. because i feel like i have something to say. hm. i feel like doing one of those little confession things like on postsecret.com. so, here goes, i guess.

sometimes i wish i actually was diagnosed with depression, so i'd have a reason as to why i stay in bed all day.

while i'm doing this, i'm looking at the postsecret website for ideas on what to write here.

i've thought about becoming a teacher just to stick with the same general schedule i have now. i hate change that much.

i accidentally hit a van in the parking lot at the movies and when my dad asked me about the damage, i pretended like i didn't see anything and had no idea what he was talking about.

i know i won't be happy unless i pursue a career in either art or acting, but i'm afraid i'll just be one of the many other hopefuls that fail in attempting such a career.

i'm not afraid of death. i'm not even afraid of not knowing what comes after we die. but i am worried that nothing will come after this life.

i just saw the most amazingly beautiful humanitarian story:
Dear Frank,

Tonight I was at Artomatic. On the metro ride home, there was a girl - quite beautiful - with dyed hair and heavy eye makeup but not enough to cover up that something was the matter. She was eying her wrists then looking around. I wish I knew her story. I wish I could help. So on a card I wrote

Dear Friend, Though this is cliche, it has helped me to think the night is darkest just before the dawn.

As she was getting off the metro she dropped a little PRIDE flag and as I picked it up, handed it to her and said, "I think you dropped something." I handed her the card.
and it inspired me. i am going to carry an empty post card with me from now on, just in case i see someone in need of what this girl needed.

stuff like this ^^ reminds me of just how much faith i have in humanity, despite it's flaws.

i do things like this so people will think i'm more creative than i am.