Sunday.

like my post title? I'm getting really creative up in hurrrrr....

anyway..

Ever since I've been home, I've been really happy. Not that everything has been perfect, but I've just been happy. It made me realize that I was pretty much a professional sulker down at SUU. 

No really-- I could bottle up tears and sell them on Ebay.

I will admit, most of those tears were the result of vicariously living through characters in sappy romance movies, but intertwined, not too few and far between, were many of my own.

The world loves to make you feel like you're nothing.

The world loves to tell you that you can't do it; that you're not good enough.

Well guess what?

I don't like that world.

I'm revolting, bayonet in hand, 

Because there is a world, which oftentimes seems to be hidden, that accepts all forms of imperfection.

And that world starts with you.