I want to sit

and relax....but I feel unproductive.
I don't like it that I must "go, go, go" all the time.
I want to have a lazy day.

I must go for a sit.

"I am more than the sum of my flaws."

I read that in a magazine once. It spoke to me.
I used to focus so much on the negative in my life; imperfect parts of my body, intense emotions I had to deal with, people whose personalities conflicted with mine, feeling incompetent. My world was full of insecurity and fear.
I was never good enough for myself.
I could be happy on the outside, but inside was often turmoil.
And you know what? I'm glad I went through that.
It's OK to feel bad sometimes. To feel inferior, to feel angry, to feel.
It reminds me how good life can be.
I embrace a day of negative emotion.
It reminds me I'm alive.
It pushes me to live life with vigor.

So give me sunshine, give me pain.
Give me hope through the strain.
Fill with energy, but allow it to drain.

I can feel beautiful.

I just saw "Peter Pan" live.

Makes me want to live in a house that has a reeeaaaally big window-door thing.
I can dream.
I can hope.
Can't I?

I'm slowly but surely growing my hair out again.

Not for this reason, though.


.ouch..

I need to clear something up

For those of you who know me, you may believe this is what my future home will look like.
Though it's hard to believe, I could not stand living with that many cats.
BUT.
I'd like to have 2 or 3....and 2 border collies...maybe throw a ferret in there....parrots are kinda cool too.....
Well. It may be a zoo, but not simply a feline house. Case closed.

Oh, but I've just remembered!
I went on a missions trip and a girl on my team works at raising WILD CATS. The level of epicity is so high.

"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"....Can I have a mountain lion?"
"....no."
*TROLLS*

Little blessings.

Do not come about like this.
mHa.

I look forward

to moving back to school.

Round'em up, cowboy!

What do you do

when you come unglued again?
Sweep up the pieces or leave them on the floor?
Head in the opposite direction and think of yourself no more.
Look for the door.
Head out and forget what it's all about.

It reminds me that I have doubt.

You know

you're kind of beautiful inside.
You speak words I feel.
You listen like you care.
You're not all about yourself.

But what do I do?

cramped.

I feel cramped right now.
My room is cluttered.
It is hot.
The fan can only do so much.
Being away makes me miss them.
They have little time. I have little time.

I am cramped.
In a tiny little box.
A window of opportunity.
And it flies by...