My name is Jake.

Jake Berenson.

You don’t know what a relief it is to be able to tell you that.

Such a simple thing. To tell you my last name. To not have to hide where I go to school, or where I live. To tell you that my best friends name is Marco. And the girl I love’s name is Cassie.

To be able to say this and not have to worry that we would be ( Read more... )

There is a a tv show that I just happened upon which centres around the lives of classmates when they grow up. At the end of the episode, one of the character's poses existential questions in regards to where they were, compared to where they are now. And it made me think ( Read more... )

In 6 years ( Read more... )

I know God love's me, despite my mistakes. How blessed am I? How blessed to have that kind of love. It is like the sun; embraces you in it's warmth, reveals things you could not see before or saw totally falsely, without it, and makes you forget it was ever dark. Just a few things God does.  He never leaves me.  Even when I don't deserve it. And ( Read more... )

The only life or future that I care about is You. Extends to You, in every moment.

I know that 50% of the time, I can be a jerk, and it's not that I am letting myself off the hook - I hate that about myself, but I know it's not who I am, and all I can do is treat myself with love and understanding and/to move forward; away from it and to You, and who I am. Please bare with me <3 Love you.

I really just feel like taking every day as it comes, being who I am, with God, with my family, . Each breath at a time. And not thinking about tomorrow, because it doesn't exist. This is real. This is life. Now. And there is no where else I'd rather be ( Read more... )

I have a very different concept of family; based on truth. My animals; they are my best friends and my family. They are everything a family should be, could be, everything I could ever hope for or imagine. The people society would designate my family; are people I have recieved abuse and violence from my entire life. I have struggled to be a good ( Read more... )

There is no need to strive to be perfect; I am perfect just the way that I am, as who I am.
Loving, wild, messy, stubborn, untameable, passionate me.
Oh, and I love my body just the way it is too. I may not be socially perfect; a few extra pounds, never shave çause I don't believe in it, but I take care of my body; it is my temple, the vessel for my ( Read more... )

I don't really feel like myself lately. I'm not really sure why. It's unnerving.. :S