Somehow I came across my old old old LiveJournal account. I was thirteen years old and Lord. I'm on a hunt for my account when I was fourteen. I feel so childish for writing the things that I did. How bad I wanted to be like everyone else.

I hope I've broken out of that shell. Been reborn.

I hope.

This.

"Without love, we are birds with broken wings."

-Morrie

Please, please, go to a bookstore, go to a library, borrow from a friend. Just do yourself a favor and read Tuesdays With Morrie. So inspiring, so uplifting but has the abililty to make you cry. I know I learned a lot reading this book, and I'm sure you will too.

And why?

To be completely honest, I have no idea why I made this blog. I have very high doubts that someone will read, follow, or take my words into consideration.

It's a mercy thing, really. You've gotta let it out sometime. Words are never just words.
Don't forget that.