If we're being honest, not much time has passed since Sunday's post when I haven't been thinking about you guys. Your responses were all so real, and heartfelt, and daring... and even now, I keep catching myself on the verge of tears. You beautiful people. I wish I could take all your pain and shove it in a plastic bottle and maliciously hold it over a candle to watch it contort and blacken. Then I'd scrape the melty goo over some bricks or something, until all that's left of your misery is a bottle cap and some little pellets of the burnt Aquafina label.
I sound like a psycho. But I don't appear to be nearly-crying anymore, so at least that little tirade worked.
I'm just flat-out honored that so many of you shared such personal stories with me, and I'm sincerely touched to see a lot of you responding to each other. The reason I dwell so much on this blog is because I definitely feel like it's not just about me anymore; there's a bona fide community of people with common interests forming below my daily musings. That's incredible. I almost can't wrap my mind around how truly grateful I am to be in contact with such awesome people. By commenting, emailing, tweeting, messaging-- even just by reading, without speaking up-- you have a huge impact on my life. Thank you for reading this. Thank you for caring about me and about each other.
Wow. Okay, now that my One Tree Hill reenactment is over, I think I'm going to get to bed early. Too many dramatic teary-eyed speeches can really take their toll on a girl. For tomorrow, do me a favor and complete the following tasks, for your homework: 1) don't forget to be awesome, 2) be good to yourself, and 3) continue kicking ass.
Chipotle burritos this year: 16
Nail color: "Lightening," Sally Hansen Insta-Dri