Don't tell me I will make it on my own.

Have I really run out of things to talk about?
Have I really covered everything worth talking about? that seems impossible.


I know, I know, things change, no two lives are the same. no two days are the same, and no two hearts are the same. that is something I know all too well.

I will not bore you with the life and trials of anna medley.

Just know that I am confused about almost everything in my present life, and the future is just a thick fog, and sometimes that scares me, but it's also incredibly exciting, to be honest!


my life doesn't have too much adventure, there are few things that I know is absolute truth.

my feelings; I love you. so much. painfully so.
you cry, and there is a very good chance that I will cry as well.


the lost, but not forgotten.
this is almost a delicate subject.
I don't want to upset anyone.
I feel like I wasn't close enough to them; to grieve as I have. but grieve I have, and I will continue for as long as I'm in a state of sanity.


I think I've run out of things to say, but these are things that are worth repeating:

You are beautiful.
You do matter.
You are loved.


something we cannot forget: life. this life, it's a group effort.
we can't go it alone. I've tried. It just isn't meant to be.