Monday, October 29, 2012
That being said though, I've always been one of those night kids. The morning feels too bitter and cold, but night feels like a pair of old sweats that feels just right, even though wearing them makes you feel adolescent and cheap. Most of the time, I hate the word nice. It feels awkward and too concise, like stiff stretched collars. It may look appealing, but it isn't me. I am not refined or clean cut. And most of the time, I don't care at all.
I like my people like I like my journals. Spine broken, smudges, and just honest. And tonight is just one of those nights.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Last year ago, today, feeling lost and desperate, I hastily scribbled "Help me find something to believe in." I stuck it to the cross and forgot about it. Until today.
I feel as though I must express my gratefulness today, for the peace I have found. I am so grateful that I am no longer the person I was a year ago, racked with guilt and depression, and feeling very much alone. A lot has changed in my life, since that day, and I have to say, I don't regret a thing. I am so grateful to the people around me, who have helped me through this. I am so grateful to feel like I have a place in this world and this universe. And I am grateful for my optimism about the human race.
So, all those around me, if you would like to send out a message of what you really need, feel free to write in a comment here. And who knows, maybe it will find it's way around to you. Like mine did.