so I’m rereading The Perks of Being a Wallflower and it relates way too much to my life for me to fall asleep or even stop reading.  For one, my aunt died of cancer 2 years ago and so him talking about visiting his aunt’s grave and promising not to cry again unless it was important just made me cry like a baby.  And then I’m just laying here missing my aunt like, I guess I should read on?  And then there’s this part where his sister is pregnant and crying and they hug, forever, and they never hug.  And when my sister’s boyfriend moved out without telling her and stole her car on christmas eve, I found her sobbing in her bed and I just held her for like an hour and stroked her hair.  We have a terrible relationship, but I wish it was better, and I hope she knows I’m here for her.  I hope a lot of people know I’m there for them.  Life is too short and misinterpreted.  I miss my aunt a lot now.  I haven’t cried about her in a long time.  And that makes me doubley sad, because I should remember her more than I do.  Maybe I ought to listen to people more.  

I don’t think I’m going to sleep tonight.  so, if anyone wants to talk…