Lameness.

So my dad sent me some package, which probably contained all my mail from home since I've been in California and by the time it got to me, the package was ripped open and empty. The first things that cross my mind are: my identity is going to be stolen, mail from my dad is the most important/valuable mail I get, and who the heck steals mail? The thing is, nothing in that package was probably worth anything to anybody else in the world. It possibly contained my jury duty summons, junk mail, and possibly a whole bunch of aquarian horoscopes from the newspaper. It just makes me feel really lousy because, as happy as I am here, I don't have a lot of friends around and I don't have a lot of people who know me at all, so mail is one of the most important things to me. I don't know why but when I saw my dad's handwriting on the package, I started crying a lot. It's so incredible to be here and I'm doing really well and I'm really grateful for everything--- but it is so hard. Every single day I worry about my parents... and I feel so sad for not being able to not visit my mommy in the hospital, and I worry about my dad feeling alone. Somebody stealing my mail is not the worst possible thing that could ever have happened, obviously, but I just feel robbed and paranoid and miserable about it. Okay, complaining over. Xoxo.

I guess I should just get a p.o. box.

On the plus side, all this crying over spilled mail has made me realize how quality the new Maybelline Falsies mascara is. For non-waterproof, it's holding up extremely well. The little things...