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“I need you to listen for just a second. I don’t care if you only shop at thrift stores. And I don’t care if you read nothing, but classic novels. It is not important to me whether you are thirteen or thirty four, foreign or native, thin or overweight. I will not judge you. It does not matter to me what kind of haircut you have, what sort of statement you’re making while you lead a vegan lifestyle or if you love steaks or fried eggs. Love, sex, hate, drugs, do cocaine, listen to simon and garfunkel. I’m not interested in how superiour your taste in underground music is. I couldn’t care less if you’re wearing urban outfitters jeans, thrifted shoes, or a Hollister polo. It is not important to me whether you are a writer, a dreamer, a paniter, a gas station clerk, or if you’re living off food stamps. I don’t give a shit if you’re a hippie, a half-assed hipster, an atheist, a devoted Christian, wealthy, dirty, catholic, homeless, jewish, buddhist, a smoker, a drinker, clearn, or shy, I will not judge you. It doesn’t matter to me how extensive your vocabulary may be, which independent films you’ve seen, what books you’ve read, how high your IQ is. I will still open the door for you. I promise. And I will let you sit near me if another seat is unavailable. Even if you don’t like what I believe in and even if I disagree with some of your ideas. I will fuckig respect you. I will offer you some common decency. And not because it’s right, and not because you deserve it, but because that is what makes sence to me. I’m a shadow. Neurotic, opaque, and drunk with fascination. I’m your friend. And you don’t have to impress me. Because I am not here to impress you.”

Okay so..I don’t know who wrote that. I wish I did though, because that is exactly how I feel all of the time. If everyone felt like this, the world would have found peace by now. But that’s a dream. Not saying I’m perfect.

Snow day 1 was today, Snow day 2 is tomorrow. Thank god no classes because I have had a splitting headache all day and slept until 7:00 at night trying to feel better and I have a feeling tomorrow holds the same purpose. :l It’s alright I guess..But only because I love my bed and my dog that lays next to it all day and night. I feel so alone and there are people who try and reach out to me, but there’s just something not there. I think that’s why I feel so alone. Going to drink some coffee. read, and try and sleep some more, Goodnight :)