on myself, six years ago...
"I find myself feeling so apart from everyone else. I find myself discovering happiness by looking at the shapes of clouds or wearing the same jeans four days in a row. I find myself questioning where I am and what the point is of anything I do. I find myself lying in bed at night, talking to God, and realizing that I hadn't talked to him half as much as I would have liked during the day. Quite frankly, I don't know what to do with myself."
- written by me, at 18.











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