Le Miserable l'un

[kellyisglorious]

I don't think there has ever been a time where i have been more depressed.  Actually I'm pretty sure there has been one, but as for now i cant think of that time. Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm turning 21, and for some reason i don't want to...not even at all. I have never been alone on my birthday...ever. Even last year. Last year Jim had just left

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[feyel]

I don't know you. But your words stirred memories which I would kill to have permanently removed from my mind. Times where a sad and desperate loneliness would cause me to think about doing things that can never be posted to permanent record. Confessions that I could only whisper on a rainy day and hope are drowned by the sound of tears falling from the broken sky.

I will literally drive eight hours tomorrow in an effort to prevent you from being alone on your birthday.

It's krazy, I know. Be freaked out. I would be. We've seen this behavior before.
Helping that old lady with the groceries...
Pulling over to help change a flat tire...
Giving a ride to that stranger in the rain...

Random acts of kindness by perfect strangers. We're so reluctant to accept it though from the online world. We're so confident that everyone on the Internet is a pedophile, or a stalker, or some serial killer when in all truth and reality the mass majority of the Internet is people like you. Like me. I want a life less frightening...

But I can't have it. I accept that people will always be afraid of the new and the unexplained and anything that's out of the ordinary. What I hate is why random kindness has to be "new" or "unexplained" or "out of the ordinary."

What do I have to do to show the world that there are people out there that live for making you smile. They don't have to know you. They don't have to like you. They don't want compensation for these acts. Fuck, maybe we're the weird ones. Maybe we should all be in a mindset of misery.

But I refuse.

I refuse to accept that this world is fucked. Not when I can do something to change it. Maybe I am insane. Krazy. Stupid. Maybe I'll die meeting the next person that I talked to online in a back alley... the last few haven't tried to kill me, but I guess statistically if I keep using the oh-so-dreaded internet I'm prone to be jumped by a pedophile or serial killer... (/sigh)

And if I die after making you smile all of this will be worth it.

It'll be worth it, to me.