I think it's easier for me to write in here than my actual journal, because it feels less real. When I actually write things out in permanent ink, it feels more set in stone ( Read more... )

Tell me it's not worth it.
Tell me I'm worth more than that.
Tell me I'll just regret it. Not the kind you learn from and move on, but the kind you look back and are disgusted with.
Tell me I have a chance to hope for.

Make me believe it.

Last night I was having an, "I don't give a fuck!" night. Drinking jager and vodka with a couple of my closest friends. Trying to justify the fact that I'm caught in the middle of a situation I would have always sworn would be the last place you'd find me. We started talking about God a little bit, my rage towards Him rose up within me ( Read more... )

I just started this book, and I have a feeling I am going to like it A LOT. He puts these great minds side by side to seem as if they are debating, with their lives and words.

The Question of God
C.S. Lewis and Sigmund Freud Debate God, Love, Sex, and the Meaning of Life
-Dr. Armand M. Nicholi, Jr.

PrologueIn analyzing their biographies, ( Read more... )

Right now I am at house/15-year old sitting for the next like 5 days ( Read more... )

I'm not going to lie, the first day was the worst ( Read more... )

So...
seriously, if I even think about having children before I am 80 ( Read more... )

so, life never really happens the way you expect it to ( Read more... )

So my car is going to have to be named when I get it ( Read more... )

So, I just have to say, this is what I get paid for...
-Building forts
-Exlpaining what "intellegent" and "sarcastic" mean
-Getting peed on by a baby
-Making cupcakes
-Hearing things like, "My pooper touched the water when I went potty." But also things like, "You're my favorite girl. Forever."

...I love it.

And I got a car.