When souls collide.

"We're different from the others cause we share the same pain. It's mutual. It's beautiful. And all of our tears and all of our fears they all come in one form, and yet we think we're from a different storm."

I met someone with the same soul.

The other night was the most beautiful night of my life. Behnoosh, Lexie, and I went to John Mayer. Then Lexie and I went home and got pillows and blankets and drove out to the country and looked at the stars. We rolled down the windows of her car and blared Trevor Hall and realized how connected we were. Our stories are so different...but it's like our souls collide. We've shared the same pain.

How do you wrap your mind around that? Not sure you can.

After star-gazing we drove around and climbed atop of the tallest roof on Main street and yelled at passerby-ers at 4am. We also managed to walk down Main barefoot. It was hilarious. Then we went back to the country and if it wasn't enough-we watched the sun rise. To make something out of nothing into everything.

When I was homeless for a week I learned alot. I hurt alot. I proceeded to go back into old ways of coping, and it literally left bruises all over me. My heart...mostly my neck. Embarrasement. Red cheeks. Football games. Regret. Death.

I'm going to miss the hell out of her. She was the literal most precious person I have ever got to know. I remember visiting her and her always having every type of food cooked and ready for us. How she accidently sent me 2 identical checks for graduation. How it was the best thing in the world to hold her old hands as we crossed the street because it made us both feel safe. I found out she died right at the same moment I got pulled over for running a stop sign, last night. And I refused to believe that he overdosed because of the pain. I refused to believe that he's lying in a coma right now-not even wanting to fight for his life-because she lost hers. It breaks me apart...and I realize how helpless I am.

Everyone seemed to break down in church, today. It's all that we knew how to do. I held her hand and scratched her back...but my own throat was burning a hole in me-that is going to take a while to close back up, again.

I'm trying to distract myself and think of the other night. Think about how much closer we felt to God, because we were elevated above ground. The roof seemed like it was touching the stars...and God was holding every inch of us.