i am almost not even sure where to start ( Read more... )

I can't handle sometimes. The stresses of being so far away from him drive me up the wall and I know he is readong this and worrying about it, as we just finished a conversation, but I feel like writing so I felt it was a good time to write ( Read more... )

cant say too much right now... im sure ill find the need to write when i get back to boston this weekend ( Read more... )

as i sit here in my room all alone, i have done nothing but stare out my window and finally, after much delay and no desire to write, i think it is time ( Read more... )

so here i am again ( Read more... )

and so when does it come to the point when the silence must be broken? when do you know that something in the room is seriously wrong and youre the only one who knows about it ( Read more... )

cant write much right now... things are a bit busy and i should be in bed.... but i thought id write for no reason at all ( Read more... )

I need a bubble bath.

i walked through the aisle as we processed in past the baptismal bowl of water and down the long row of pues on the side of the church. the sun was gleaming the beautiful and true colors of the glass windows that cast a painting of colors on my hymnal. as i walked by the windows that engulfed my spirit and froze everything i ever learned in church ( Read more... )

if we cant be safe in our own house, where can we be safe ( Read more... )