Dear Reader,

My sister sent me that lovely text this morning. But when I replied, “aww bb” she said “ya but it doesn’t even matter cause you don’t POST ANYTHING ANYMORE.”


But okay, u right.

The thing is, I’ve thought a lot about random blog posts I wanted to write. I read ten books in September and there’s one in particular that I’m dying to talk about. So I thought about doing reviews, but then I could never just find the time. I have two other “journals” (I suppose) that I try to write in and I guess this blog just sort of became neglected.

So then I thought about writing a post called “something’s gotta give.” I actually wrote part of it during one of my lectures, which is kind of ironic because in part of it I was talking about how I was becoming a good student.

And it was just during this time of beautiful clarity where I felt like the pieces in my life were all coming together. I was working out with my friends and exercising daily. I was eating better. I was sleeping more. I was caught up on all my homework and I was enjoying all of my classes and life was just really good.

Then I lost that freakin’ notebook. And my life took a little bit of a spill. (I really want to stress how little the spill was, though, because I am very very aware that many people have things a lot harder. My life is still very very good. Everything is relative.)

I’ve actually been losing a lot of stuff lately, which really pisses me off because I can’t afford to be this much of a hot mess anymore. I lost my brand new water bottle that I got maybe two weeks ago. I lost my favorite pencil (which doesn’t seem like a big deal but it absolutely is and it’s like a $2 pencil). I can’t seem to find my headphones right now, which sucks. And I also couldn’t find the book I need for class today.

I’m also skipping a class today, but it’s to work a shift for my friend who drove home because her best friend from high school’s mom committed suicide last night.

I think I might write about suicide pretty soon, because it’s been on my mind a lot. Not in the way that I’m thinking about it for myself–I’m actually very mentally healthy right now and I really don’t like seasonal depression is going to be an issue for me this year. Let’s hope I didn’t just jinx that though.

But suicide has just been everywhere. My friend had to fly home for his cousin’s funeral a few weeks ago. My friend at school lost his best friend the week before classes started, and the suicide note was written to him. I’ve been noticing all of a sudden how many friends of mine have the semicolon tattoo. Beautiful, hilarious, intelligent and kind friends of mine. And it makes me wonder whether or not they see that. It makes me realize how little I know about what truly goes on in my friends’ minds.

So, I don’t know, I guess I’ve been a little down lately thinking about all this stuff. And every time I try to write about it, the post just gets depressing and I hate that I bummed myself out by thinking about what everyone else has to deal with because it feels like I’m, I don’t know, mooching off of feelings? Or like I don’t have the right. I really can’t articulate the strange shame I feel, but I never finish writing it thinking, “this is good. I’m gonna publish this.”

So there’s your post, Sarah. (lol)

Sorry I’ve been a little all over the place lately. I don’t really know where my head’s at. And I guess sorry for no longer using my blog to figure that stuff out. I feel like it just got too repetitive. Like how many times have I written about why I started this blog? Or how many times have I said “I’m writing for clarity!” It was boring me, so I’m sure it was boring all of you.

Wow. I really don’t want to post this.

This is the kind of thing that I end up deleting and immediately trying to forget about.

But, what the hell, let’s just hit publish.

I think I just want Sarah (or whoever else) to log on and think, “oh wow, she wrote today!”





Dear Reader,


Sarah graduated on Sunday and will be attending a college in the fall that is four hours away from me (which is a problem because neither of us will have a car).

Until we part ways, you can expect a lot more videos (vlogs and otherwise) that feature her.

I’m excited.




Dear Reader,

This subject has been on my mind a lot recently. It all started with a quote I found a while back that has since sort of shaped my life.


“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.” – Charles Bukowski

I then saw a vine of a guy who was talking about how the world we live in sees positivity and kindness and spreading love as weak.

Finally, Carrie Hope Fletcher came out with a video the other day:

And on that same day, my friend followed me on twitter. His bio: everyone has light and dark inside of them…what matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.

I get it, universe. You obviously want me to write a blog post on this subject.

In all seriousness, though, I think this is something that never really gets talked about. Kind people are often taken advantage of, and people who are brutally honest are often praised. “Good for them, not being afraid to speak their mind,” we think. And “about time someone said what we were all thinking.”

But there’s a difference between being outspoken and being downright mean. Like Carrie mentioned, I’m not sure why we sometimes think the only way to give someone the truth is to hit them with it hard. I think this probably happened because people saw two choices in front of them: brutal honesty or sugar coating. But we have another choice: kindness. We can always choose kindness.

My friend’s bio really stood out to me because I had/have a bit of a mean streak. And it’s clear when you look at the differences between my sister (a true saint I kid you not) and myself when we were children. Sarah was constantly helping others, especially those who couldn’t help her in return. Even in elementary school, she would get paired up with kids who had special needs because the teachers knew she would treat them with the most kindness. She just emitted happiness and warmth. I mean, she was a hugger. I couldn’t have been more different.


Now, I like to think that I’m a fairly nice person. I’m certainly capable (we all are), but I don’t think I always choose kindness. I can think of too many situations where I chose to be brutally honest and I regret it. Maybe I thought I knew better, and I thought brutal honesty would be the best way to help someone see their faults, or learn a lesson. I don’t know, but the excuse isn’t important. What’s important is that I chose to act on the darkness, and that was the wrong choice. It’s always the wrong choice.

I’m realizing that more and more now, and I see people like Sarah not as fragile or weak, but as admirable. To choose kindness is to be strong–and mindful. In a world where it sometimes seems like everyone is just using everyone else and trying to tear each other down, it’s inspiring to see those who pick people up, just by second nature. It takes an incredible amount of strength to push aside feelings of hurt or anger or frustration and choose kindness. That’s what I’m going to really try to focus on doing from now on, and I urge everyone else to do the same.

Choose kindness, because why would you choose the opposite?