There have been many mornings (and nights for that matter) that I don't feel good enough. My writing does not allow me to feel complete, my reading does not reach the depths I want, and my interactions with others feel empty. One of the morning managers always asks me how I'm doing, and I think he knows. He never asks while he's preoccupied, or always asks me again when it's just the two of us alone. I know he knows I'm lying when I say I'm fine. It's nice that he still asks. "I'm fine" is the only lie you can repeatedly and obviously tell, and yet still keep friends. 

I was cleaning around in my room, and I stumbled upon this adorable booklet Sumaya filled out for me. I cried when she first gave it to me, and I cried again when I flipped through it this morning. May has been rough; 2014, the year of turbulence. It's nice to know that even though I'm sitting here alone in my room, that there's still someone reaching out to me. 

Thanks guise :3