We are the weapon.

http://thehpalliance.org/action/campaigns/deathly-hallows/


The Deathly Hallows Campaign.
This organization really is fantastic.


On a side note.
17 DAYS

Gone.

I think I'm gone. The line has been crossed. I was irresponsible. And I've got a headache and bruised cheek to prove it. But you know what?


 I don't care. 

A jar.

I wish I could put all of my thoughts into a jar. And not let them out. As if I'm punishing them for the ridiculous behavior. I think too much. Thinking too much causes me to over-think and analyze the things that I don't want to deal with. It gets too much for me to handle and I panic. I shut myself down and go to war with myself. I'm tired. I'm sick of being tired. I don't like who I am, but I have to live with it. I don't know what I'm doing; I'm sick of feeling sad. Sick of wanting things and people I can't have. I want to be at peace with myself for once. To be happy and not have to think about things that will send me over the edge.