these currents are killing me.

well, I wrote something. about abortion.



It's hard to write about such topics, because there is too much that can be

misconstrued, misinterpreted, misunderstood, etc. especially over the internet.

so, it's gone. I threw it away. I hope we can have a face-to-face
conversation about it someday. but I can't set my words in stone and
leave the interpretation up to you. I'm not saying that you would
misinterpret it, but I cannot take that chance on such a delicate
matter.







I haven't been writing much lately. I'm trying to work on that.
however, I'm afraid most of my writing won't be on here. I have a book
to write; I have songs to write. poetry as well.



I've learned more in these four short months of 2009 that I have
learned in the last five years. I hope I can accurately reflect on pain
and anger; joy and laughter; tears and sadness. that is my prayer. I
hope it does not go unfulfilled.







I'm unsure as to when I will post another entry on here. I'll still be
around, just not as much. I have important things to do. I'd like to
think that I've started a new chapter in my life. I'm trying to let God
write most of this chapter. I hope you'll be a part of this story
though, by praying for me. I've realized that I need a lot of help. I
can't do this on my own. none of us can. things aren't always as they
seem. we get ahead of ourselves, and the fall is hard. I'm trying to
fall in the right place, this time. the arms of love. real love, not
the love this world offers because that can never satisfy me. I have
other things to do. much better things.





but, before I sign off, I have a question that I hope you will answer.



if somebody knew absolutely everything about you,

would you be afraid of that person?



think about it.



I would. I definitely would be scared to death of that person.







"So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll

never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose

where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can

still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them." - Stephan Chbosky