I know this is completely riduculous.... and many of you are going to laugh.

But I'm crying right now because I thinkthat our end as a human race is here... and that a bunch on my loved ones will be gone in the morning.

It's not because of the gas prices, though 3.55 is enough to make me cry in itself. I saw the sun shine today and it wasn't bright with happiness or passion. It wasn't burning for humanity like it always had been. It's just.... there. It doesn't serve any purpose anymore.

I saw clouds roll in over the bay. Storm clouds. I love storms, and all I could think about it how people will complain about how their day was ruined. People aren't worried for each other. The farmer may need rain, but the vaction-er will curse him though he puts the food on the table.

The music on the radio sounded the same, had the same name, sung by the same people... but there was a distinct quality that it lacked. Emotion.

And I realized that America was such a nasty buyer-seller society that we've forgotten that people are people, not numbers or dollar signs. Do we kiss numbers? Our check books? Do we tell our bank balance how much we love it?

The world is thriving on those who can see past the business of life and see the love. I am glad for the first time that Alex has eyes for Ariana and vis-versa because I know that with them loving each other... truly loving... they're helping to keep the world rotating. I'm glad to be part of the effort as well.

Because I love him.