I'd eat that baked potato.

So I am ugly. How satisfying

God bless.

I'm sorry, but this bothers me. So when I figured out that Robin Williams killed himself, it left me feeling just bad. But what really just ate away at me was the fact that there are people everywhere, right now that aren't famous, who are about to take their own lives. But the only people who will care are their family and friends. Not as many people as celebrities have. In May, a guy who I sort of knew, but never talked to, killed himself. The day I went back to school after figuring out, everyone seemed completely fine. It confused me. Made me depressed. I was questioning, Why isn't everyone in black, mourning this guy, who's life was so unbearable that ending it, seemed like the only right thing to do? I hate death. Especially suicide and depression.

Imagine if it was a heavy duty fan, and when you turned on it just sliced right into the wood, fell from the ceiling and killed everyone. Meanwhile Jim is yelling, "CARL TURN IT OFF."

In all honesty, every year can be bad for anyone. But for me, this year has been completely terrible. I mean just bad.

Easy come, easy go. Will you let me go?