I'm not into sad books or movies. I'm just... I'm not into being depressed, okay? I don't like being sad. I usually find it kind of weird that people love to watch and read about people suffering to the very core of their soul. But some peeps can't get enough of it.

So even though I loved John Green's Paper Towns, I knew The Fault in Our Stars, a book about a girl with cancer, a wasn't going to work for me, no matter how many of you out there adored it.
And then the movie happened. And everyone raved. But still, it was A MOVIE ABOUT A GIRL WITH CANCER. I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO RIP MY HEART OUT AND I LIKE IT WHERE IT IS, THANKS.

I don't know what happened this weekend. I was home alone. I had the opportunity to watch it. Everyone loved it so surely I'd be fine. It couldn't break me that much, right? So what the hell.

I watched The Fault in Our Stars. And just like everyone else, I fell in love with Hazel Grace and Augustus.

BUT THAT'S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO DO. AND THEN BIG HORRIBLE STUFF HAPPENS.

And then I looked like this. Thanks John Green, thanks director, Josh Boone, and screenwriters Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Weber. Thanks Shailene Woodley (Hazel) and Ansel Elgort (Augustus). You ripped my heart out and I bet you're not even sorry.

But it's beautiful, you guys. If you haven't read it or seen it, go remedy that immediately. Maybe I'm starting to understand the joys of having your heart ripped out by fiction, after all.