No one cares, or reads these anymore so I am giving up. Bye!

I did it, but I haven't slept a wink.

Why am i so afraid?

Why can't everyone be as amazing as Blake's grandfather?

Why did God create cancer?

Why isn't it possible to know everything?

Why is life so complicated and confusing?

Why are people so darn mean sometimes?

Ok, I've decided to start updating again. Instead of telling you what's going on in my life and what is new and exciting or old and boring (although I may do a little of that as well) I am now starting a new kind of journal. My journal of questions. Things I've always wanted to know, but may have never asked.

Why can't love be enough?

Don't people realize the little things count? Then why do the have to fu*k everything up?