2:55 AM and counting

Nights like this really drain the fuck out me. I go into this funk where all I do is question my entire existence and where I'm headed. I'm thinking it's 'cause I just got done paying my bills and who the fuck gets all perked up after that?

But it's okay, because I'm going to be a millionaire some day soon. You laugh now, but you'll be crying in amazement when it happens.

In the meantime, here I am at 3 AM checking out Post Secret with tears running down my cheeks. Yes, I'm crying. It's just that there are so many people with secrets in the world. Real secrets. Deep, dark, unthinkable secrets. It's weird to think how we're all islands. You, me, them. All of us have secrets.

But that's not why I'm crying. I just imagine half of these people putting these postcards together in their rooms, hands shaking, knowing that someone will read their thoughts, even if they never know who wrote it. The relief they feel must be unmeasurable. It kind of makes me wonder how it must be to feel that.