Hm.

I kind of think that's hot.

I went to "Postsecret Live" at UNI last Thursday. Marissa accompanied me since Sarah neglected to take it off work. (Haha).

I bought the newest book, and flipping through the pages is a daily reminder that everyone has their secrets, and everyone screws up.

People had a chance to take the mic and share something- a secret or experience. Because of the location I was at, I couldn't really say anything. It's just that as everyone was talking about "Postsecret saving their lives," it hit home, in a way.

In a past relationship, that constantly made me feel like life wasn't worth living (towards the end), I remember counting down the days till Sunday, so I could read secrets. I'd often find that someone felt like I did, in a sense, or had secrets like I did/do, in a sense. I'd always feel a constant guilt, anguish, anger, or hatred. I constantly felt as if everything I was doing was wrong, everywhere I was going was wrong, everyone I was talking to was wrong, everything I was eating, drinking, was wrong. I felt bad for being so imperfect. Except for those few minutes every Sunday morning when I'd check Postsecret, and know, that we are all imperfect- we are all human. It's common sense, but it's always nice to see it- and see a stranger's written secrets and imperfections right before your eyes. So, I guess for a few lousy months, it does seem like Postsecret saved my life. At least saved the life I was living.

Thanks Frank Warren.