There's no such thing as fairy tales.

Kevin and I are going this summer. It's going to be amazing. I know you're jealous.

So today I went to school at 9 to get CSF mods. I sneezed so much. Oh my gah. So dusty! Anyways, we were moving books, shelves, etc, and there was trash behind the books and the shelves. AND GUM. So gross! I don't understand why people would do that. Are they spiting the librarians? Do they think it's funny? I think it's rude.. and really weird. If you can take the time to put trash behind books, I don't see how you don't have enough time to put it in a trash can.

If you live in San Francisco, can you throw a plastic water bottle in a trash can? I can't. Do you feel really bad when there isn't a compost bin, and then you have to throw food scraps in the trash can? My heart dies a little.

So maybe I'm a little weird too. Okay. A lot.

Conclusion: Some people are weird.

Take a step back and reflect. Why do I act so spoiled? Why do I focus on things that really don't matter? There's so many other bigger problems in life. War. Death. I need to stop worrying about everything else and concentrate on these things. They have to stop. I'm sick of hearing about war. I'm sick of hearing about death and reliving everything over and over again.

Maybe it was fortunate. I am so conniving and evil. Maybe this is just telling me to stop. Maybe I'm just not fit to live in this world. But I can't stop everything completely. What if I did? I couldn't do that. It would be such a cowardly, pathetic, selfish thing to do. Why am I even thinking about it?

Life's a bitch. And it doesn't really discriminate against anyone.

I'm tired of myself. I really am.