We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch.

I do not know what to write.

Now that this semester is coming to a close, I am finished with reading required books for my classes, mainly my literature honors class. I've decided that the good thing about a book in comparison to a computer screen is that you can take it to bed with you. I curl up in my bed with my dog Sugar and read until I fall asleep. If there's anything I cannot live without in my life it's my God, my books, my Sugar, my family, and my cup of holiday tea.



Hmmmm, I don't know what's been on my mind lately. I'm trying to start a new chapter in a certain area of my life.
Starting fresh is hard, it's not like I can have a fresh mind. If I remember being hurt, sad, or upset, I most likely will not forget that. I don't know. In the same sense, I don't want to forget it, because then how could I start fresh?

Ah, I'm glad life makes so much sense.
(sarcasm)