It's 2am and I've decided to blog. I mean why not, nobody gets to read your diary and I don't mind if people listen to a little of my ranting. That is, if anybody ever gets bored enough to actually stumble upon this. Which I doubt. Highly. But here I go anyway. Right now I'm reading this book called Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. Ya so what, I copied and pasted his name. It was easier. Well the reason I decided to read some of his work is because I stumbled upon this: 

Just this excerpt was so beautiful. So I here I am, reading a novel on my own since the first time since what? like the summer of 07 and The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants? Well anyway I've been thinking about what this says a lot. And I think it's 100% true. Even if it's just for me. All I've ever clung to is the knowledge that love is there. 

And then one night someone told me that I was extremely easy to fall out of love with. 

And then the batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet were dead. I didn't even need love until I didn't have it anymore. So this is me. I'm a gambler. I gambled all my love away. This is my story. And I am on my pursuit of happiness. I just have a lot of growing up to do.