trivial

fact number 1:

i would love to hear someone tell me that it's okay to feel tired, but it's just too funny to hear your friends discuss and argue over something like where to buy jackets to hide the bruises on my arms. i feel so blessed. :)

fact number 2:

let's not forget the one who gives you a pillbox and labels them morning noon and night, so you won't forget when to take the twenty something pills you have to everyday to keep you there.

fact number 3:

nothing means more than just my dad and I, in this cold August night, just chilling out in the hotel room (which is actually room 203, just next door to where I stay, so no biggie) eating soup, salad, bread, and hotdogs on a stick.

simple things mean the most sometimes, and it's kinda nice to learn how to appreciate every once in a while, like only so many forget.