Beauty and imperfection are two key aspects of my life. I used to think of them as unrelated, but they are so intertwined I don't know how I didn't notice before. So here's to beauty, and to imperfection, and the beauty of imperfection, and the imperfection of beauty.
The girl who lives three doors down the hall from me tried to kill herself tonight.
I never tried to get to know her.
This hits home too much.
I think I should go to sleep. But maybe I will watch Gilmore Girls tonight.
