Hello Blog. I've missed you.

So, honestly, I've missed writing here.

I've just been so busy with life, that my me time that I set aside so that I could think has just kinda slipped away. I'm so busy, and so stressed that I can't even think straight some days.

And it doesn't help that everyone wants to spend time with me. It's not that I don't want to spend time with them, it's more that I want time to myself again. I want my poetry back too, because I just can't write anything that's worth sharing with the world anymore, it seems. It's sad... I miss it so much. I miss my feelings being displayed on paper, so that they're released from my mind for a little while.

Comment allez-vous?

How are you?

Yes, it's a simple question to most.

However, I've been questioning my answer to this every time I say I'm good/well, or en francias, je suis bien.

Am I really?

Am I even okay anymore?

Letter Number Nineteen

Dear Person who pesters my mind; in a good way.

I think about you quite a bit, even if I don't know if you think about me too.

Just to led you know.

I have nothing else really to say to you.

Letter Number Eighteen

Dear who I want to be,

You know, there is so much that I could write here. I could say that I wish I could be stronger in mind in body. I could say that I wish I could be skinnier, prettier, and just a better person altogether. But I won't. I'm who I'm supposed to be for this moment, and I will change as I adapt to what needs to be done in my life.

Letter Number Seventeen

CODY!

You know there is so much I could say about you and I, but I don't think it needs to be said. Some of it will be though, since it's fresh on my mind. (:

There are several things I LOVE about you, but not in a romantic way:

- We can talk about LITERALLY anything.

- You don't freak when I'm driving.

- You just listen to what I want to do and go with it.

- And you're always there to hear my deepest darkest thoughts.

I've known you for far too long, but I'm glad to have you in my life.

You're one of the people that let's me know that I'm blessed.

ILY GAY BEST FRIEND WHO ISN'T REALLY GAY!

New Poem. VERY ROUGH.

This is a new one, and still really rough. I'll revise when I'm not as upset.

Tears in my eyes,

with words dying on my tongue.

This is a hard decision in my life,

but I'm still young...

Who knows if this is right,

but who knows if it's wrong?

This choice could make our future bright

or make it another sad song.

We'll just have to hope for the best

and pray for a future together.

I won't want to settle for less,

and I promise I won't if this doesn't get better.

Letter Sixteen

Dear person that doesn't live in the same state, or country. (:

Archie... There are several things I'd like to say to you, and thanks to your friend's brilliant idea, I can.

First: You're rude. And slightly bipolar I think. I mean one day you were talking to me just fine, no worries, and then you totally ignore me without a good reason. I don't care if we don't live anywhere near each other, it was stupid and mean.

Second: I really don't care if you don't talk to me, I just thought this would be a good letter to write. (:

And now, that letter was lame, but I don't care. (:

Letter Fifteen

Dear Grandpa:

I think we've been over this...

I miss you. I wish you were still here with us, still playing checkers and cracking jokes. Still "resting your eyes" in the recliner at the house in Iowa. It isn't fair that you were so sick, and taken from me so soon. I realize that you lived an extra eight years from what was thought, but still. I was eleven when you died, and I couldn't stop crying.

Every time I thought of you, I saw you laying in your hospital bed, calling out in memories as your life slipped away...

Thankfully, now, that isn't what I see when I think of my grandpa. I see your smile, and your blue eyes that never lost their spark no matter how weak you were. I love you. I miss you.

Letter Fourteen

See Letter Ten.

Letter Thirteen

I don't think I need to specify here. I've made mistakes in my life, and I've hurt people before. I know I have, and I hope that some day I'll mean something to them again.

I love you, and I know you know who I mean.

Letter Number Twelve

Dear person that has caused me the most pain:

I can't hate you. There's no way I can, because I love you. Yes, this is aimed right at my boyfriend... You've caused me a great deal of pain Sam... But you're also the only one I've let close enough to my heart to hurt me at all.

You see, I don't count losing friends, snide looks or remarks as hurting me. They might make me paranoid, or make me over think, but they do not wound my heart. They don't try to rip it apart like some of our fights almost had.

That's enough I think on this subject, or else I might start ranting.

Letter Number Eleven

Dear Grandpa:

I MISS YOU.

The End.

Letter Number Ten

Dear Amber:

I'm supposed to write to someone I don't talk to as much as I wish I did. You fit that idea pretty well.

You were my best friend for a short time, but you've made one of the biggest impacts on my life. I'm just going to state that in case you didn't know. You made more of an impact than almost anyone else, and I wouldn't be who I am today without you. Without you, I wouldn't know that I have such a strong desire to help people. And I'll be forever grateful to you for that insight. I might help so many people, and I might save so many. I've been thinking about working at a suicide hotline lately, even though the job might be heartbreaking. I might get very little thanks, but I know I want to help.

That is all because of you.

I hope I've changed your life at least a little, because you've changed mine so much.

I love you best friend, and always will.

Letter Number Nine

Dear Great Great Grandma:

You know, when I first started these letters, I thought that this letter would be to someone like the Beatles. Someone famous that I thought had had an amazing, popular life. And I do wish I had been alive during that time period, but then I couldn't have been your great great granddaughter. I wouldn't have the same name, since I wouldn't have been born to my parents, and I wouldn't share YOUR name.

Grandma, I never got to meet you, even when I was a baby. And you are my namesake... I wish I could have grown up with you around, even though you would have been very old. I wish I knew how you got the name "Delana" and what it meant. It's so hard to find a meaning for my name, and I don't know which one to take as the true meaning that was behind yours. I'd like to know one day.

I do wish I could have met you. I wish I could have gotten to know you, but that won't happen until we're both behind the Pearly Gates.

I love you. (:

Letter Eight

Dear Favorite Internet Friend:

I hope you know who you are, because I won't say your name. We talk constantly, and you're beginning to matter to me more than I thought you would. I never imagined that we could click this well, and yet we do.

We don't know much about each other, and that's for the better I think since there is the whole forty year old man creeper thing. But we're comfortable with what we do know, and I think that there has been enough said about you. Not much, but you were mentioned. ;D

Letter Seven

To My Ex-Boyfriend?

I can't really do that. (:

NEXT LETTER

Letter Six

Dear Stranger:

I obviously don't know who you are, but that doesn't mean I don't want to know you at some point. Everyone is a stranger to everyone else at some point. Making friends is what eliminates strangers in the world. I hope to some day eliminate more strangers that are around me, since you can always use more friends. They come and go, constantly, and that's what makes life exciting I think. Meeting new people and forming opinions kind of makes the world go 'round.

I know that people make snap decisions by the way you look. And I sometimes wonder what people think of me. Do they see a nerd, my pretty hair, the honey brown eyes that seem to be so unusual around here? It makes me wonder you know? If you read this, tell me what you first thought of me. Leave a comment. You can make it anonymous, I believe. I'm just curious as to what some people would see. Make yourself stay a stranger, or maybe let me know you're there and we can create a friendship I'm sure we would both love.

Letter Five

Dear Dreams:

You know, I can't remember the last time that I remembered a dream I had while I was asleep. But since it isn't specified on what sort of dreams to write about, then I'll write about my goals in life. My living dreams.

My dream for the far future, is to essentially change the world. I don't care if it's in a big way or not, I just want to help people. That's why I'm getting into this Psychology thing... I want to help those around me, or those that will be around me. Just anyone that could possibly be in danger, or someone that just needs an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on.

I want to be that person.

I'm actually considering working for a suicide hotline some day. I know I might not save them all, but it's the fact that I'd try. It's the fact that I want to try. I don't know that I'd want to work at a hotline for all of my life, but I'd like the experience for a bit.

To tell you the truth, I don't know what my short term dreams are. There are so many. I guess I'll just leave it at one simple idea.

My dream right now is to be a teenager.

To learn from my mistakes, and to become the person I'm meant to be.

That's all I have to say to my dreams, other than: I will achieve you.

Letter Number Four.

Dear Krystal:

It says to write to your sibling, and I just feel like I'd have more to write about you than Michael. I love him to death, but we have some stories.

Since we're six years apart, we didn't like each other at all when we were younger. I thought you were the meanest person in the world, and you thought I was an annoying brat. There's no getting around that fact! It was ridiculous how much we fought in those days, and how much we don't now. You've also mellowed out some since you had Clarice and Eli though. Now all I have to worry about is the fact that Clarice hates me when I'm around.

Truth be told, I hated you when I was little. But now, our relationship is different. We don't act as much like sisters as some families, but they don't have the history we do. But nowadays, there's no hostility here. Just teasing. And I like that a lot. I love my sister, but since you don't read this, you'll never know. ;D

Letter Number Three.

Dear Mom:

You're the woman that gave me life, and I thank the Lord every day that it was you. I wouldn't be who I am as a person without your influences. I wouldn't be patient, or have the love for shopping that I do have. (; You've taught me all the important things in life, and how to prioritize. Not everything is worth my time or yours, so we've had to compromise some times. But everyone has to. We have a good relationship, even with all my friends crawling around the house. (: They all call you Mom, but none of them will ever truly know the joy of having you as a mother. I love you Mom.

Dear Dad:

We don't spend much time together, or at least we didn't use to. What with softball and everything now, we're spending more and more time with each other. When I was a kid, you worked a lot, resulting in me being a mommy's girl. But that's okay. Not everyone needs to be Daddy's Little Girl. We have a good relationship, and that is all that matters to me. You'll be the one that will walk me down the aisle when I get married, and I can't think of a better man to call Dad. I love you.

Letter Number Two.

Dear Sam:

So, I'm supposed to write about my crush here. And for some reason I can't think of what to write to you. You're adorable, you're funny, and you make me smile more than almost anyone else. Mercedes doesn't count because we're so alike! (:But seriously, I'd write all the things I like about you, but I don't think I need to name them off. I think you already know the best things about you, and even if you don't, you will. I'll make sure of it one day.

I think that's all I need to say here.

Letter Number One.

Dear Mercedes Lynn,

I love you to death, and you know that fact. We have different opinions sometimes, but that's what keeps us interesting. There are so many memories that I could talk about here, but I almost would rather keep them to myself. There are so many details that we'll always remember, but so many that we'll forget. I'm alright with that though. There is no way that we'll ever grow apart like some of my other friends and I have, because of this past year. Too much has happened to give up what we have in this friendship. Including all our inside jokes. Rubber doors and sexy pants were only the beginning...

I love you, best friend. More than you'll ever know. (:

It's a short letter to you, but I think you'll understand why.

I don't want people to think you're too awesome, or they'll steal you away from me. ;D

Letter

So, I found this on someone's Tumblr. I think I might do it.

One, to get back into writing here.

Two, because it may end up letting out feelings I don't even know I'm keeping in.

letter 1 your best friend

letter 2 your crush

letter 3 your parents

letter 4 your sibling

letter 5 your dreams

letter 6 a stranger

letter 7 your ex-boyfriend

letter 8 your favorite internet friend

letter 9 someone you wish you could meet

letter 10 someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

letter 11 a deceased person you wish you could talk to

letter 12 the person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

letter 13 someone you wish could forgive you

letter 14 someone you’ve drifted away from

letter 15 the person you miss the most

letter 16 someone that’s not in your state/country

letter 17 someone from your childhood

letter 18 the person that you wish you could be

letter 19 someone that pesters your mind—good or bad

letter 20 the one that broke your heart the hardest

letter 21 someone you judged by their first impression

letter 22 someone you want to give a second chance to

letter 23 the last person you kissed

letter 24 the person that gave you your favorite memory

letter 25 the person you know that is going through the worst of times

letter 26 the last person you made a pinky promise to

letter 27 the friendliest person you knew for only one day

letter 28 someone that changed your life

letter 29 the person that you want to tell everything to, but too afraid to

letter 30 your reflection in the mirror.

"I've waited all my life to cross this line

to the only thing thats true

so I will not hide

its time to try anything to be with you

all my life I've waited

this is true"

Summertime

It's here again, but this time, it'll be better.

Summer 2010.

My summer is going to be amazing this year, no matter what happens. I'm not going to let anything stand in my way of having fun. Especially not anyone like I did last year. There won't be any worries for me and Cedes in these next two months until we go back to school.

Good Lord, I'm a Junior next year. I GRADUATE in two years... I can't believe it! It feels like I was just in Middle School yesterday... But, in reality, I'm so much older than that. I mean, I'm SIXTEEN in a month and ten days. (Birthday countdown, heck yes!)

I can't wait to make this my best year yet. (:

Mockingbird

"You and me tried everything,

and still that mockingbird won't sing.

Man this life seems hard enough,

well, maybe we're not meant for this ♥Love♥"

I'm not sure about you all, but my day has really really sucked. Sam and I are taking a break for a couple days. It isn't necessarily what either of us want, but it's what we need right now. What I need right now.

And no matter how bad I feel, or how much I cry the next few days, I'm standing strong by my decision.

Happy Mother's Day.

I don't know about you all, but I appreciate my mother. A lot. I love her, and I'm thankful for all she does for me.

Do you appreciate her? Do you tell her you appreciate her?

Maybe you should. (:

Days Go By.

You know, a lot has been happening lately. Sam and I have stopped fighting, and then kinda started again. And then we've stopped for a while again. I hate never knwing if this will be the time we call it quits or not. It always seems like he's finally fed up with it; and me. But it's whatever. I'll be happy with the time I get. (:

I love you.
Je t'aime.
J'adore tu, mon amour.

Ah, I love being on Blogger at school.

It kinda makes my day, to tell you the truth. (:

All You Need is Love

Indescribable.

Ah, the religion topic. (:

How I've missed you so.

Anyway, since McGee brought it up, I decided to write about it too. (: First off, no hurt feelings on anyone's part. I don't get offended easily, and I hope no one else will either.

Here are my views on religion, that I've learned and re-formed in my life:

1. Jesus was the son of God.

2. He performed the miracles told in the Bible.

3. The Bible has been translated so many times that no one knows the ACTUAL meaning of everything.

4. People who are all "GOD IS SO AWESOME" usually drive people away, not bring them into the faith.

5. My beliefs are my own.

6. God loves us all, even if you don't know him.

Now, I know that people are going to have a problem with some of these. With how I believe. But, religion is referred to as having faith for a reason. Because you don't get proof here. It's all in what you believe, what you feel.

We Used to Be Friends

Girl, you annoy the shit out of me. I'm not gonna lie, I'm not gonna be nice to you any more. I'm tired of you, I'm tired of your whining and bull crap.

You know, you just make me giggle with how pathetic you are in everything you do.

It's been like, 8 or 9 months.

GET THE HELL OVER IT.

Heaven.

"Baby you're all that I want,

When you're lyin' here in my arms.

I'm findin' it hard to believe ,

we're in heaven.

And love is all that I need,

and I found it there in your heart.

It isn't too hard to see,

we're in heaven."

Today, has been amazing. The most amazing day that I've had with Sam in a long time. I mean, I love hanging out with him one on one at his house, but I really like being out in public with him. There's just something amazing about us being silly around other people. It's like we're just saying that we're silly, but we are each other's. I dunno, it's hard to explain I guess.

He left a little while ago. Tonight was the first time we could say goodbye through my bedroom window like we used to. I had forgotten what it felt like when our hands touched through the screen. A few tears slipped down my cheeks, actually. It was like he was taking my heart all over again. And I didn't mind it.

"I love you."

"Je t'aime."

"Ich liebe dich."

"Ti amo."

"Te amo."

But I Do Love You

Samuel,

I love you. Forever and ever. I might flirt, I might not deserve you some days, but I do love you. I pinky swear, I promise on my life.

No matter how much I flirt with guys, no matter how much they flirt back, you mean the world to me.

Okay honey? (:

Perfect Day

You know, today was an amazing day. I wish I could have seen more of Sam, but oh well. I still had fun in Derby. I got to see Mallory, and spend time with a few of my favorite people. French Two kids are just amazing like that!

There are some things I'd like to say to a specific person that I'm not happy with, and haven't been happy with since July. But that's for another day. I'm in too much of a good mood to let it get to me.

"Now don't you try to rain on my perfect day."

Anyway, back to Derby. We ate and sang, made friends with the Derby kids. They didn't try to poison us, nor did they make fun of us and the songs. They really wanted to learn them, and the dance too. I liked it, a lot. I want it to happen next year too!

I enjoyed being with the people from both French classes today too. I miss Skylar tons! Hanging out with Brigham was fun too though. We laughed a lot, and Devon accused us of flirting. I flirt with everyone, not necessarily meaning to. I mean, I held hands with Devon a couple times. It's Devon though, he's like my gay best friend who isn't actually gay. I love him some days, and want to smack him others. But oh well!

Sam was going to come over tonight to hang out, but his mom said no. And I'm really quite sad about that... I haven't seen him all weekend, and I missed him. We've been so much better lately, no fighting. At all. And I freaking love it.

I'll post again soon, maybe a new poem if you all are lucky!

I Need.

Raindrops coming down for days it seems,

I'm no longer awake.

Lost in my dreams,

I think of the choices I have had to make.

Hues of blues and grays,

and dreary city streets.

I write every day,

until my words seem to repeat.

But I need the comfort sometimes,

I need the words.

I need the certainty of rhyming lines,

and I need to be heard.

It's a tad bit scattered, and needs a little revision. But it isn't bad for off the top of my head.

Not My Friend.

Okay, you always used to say that Mercedes and I were equal. That we mattered the same amount to you.

But have you noticed that whenever you talk about your hurt feelings, it's always ME that "stole" her from you. I never meant shit to you, and you know it. You've known it since all this started last July.

It's wasn't ever about losing your two best friends. It was about losing your one best friend, Mercedes. Never about me. I just can't believe that you're such a jerk that you feel the need to make me the bad guy in all of this. YOU were the reason we started hanging out more and more. It was YOUR choice not to go to Greensburg, but you convinced her to go. So we got close.

Grow up and deal with it.

I know it's immature to post this, to talk trash on the internet, but it's the best way. I'd probably punch you if we talked about this face to face. You just piss me off SO much these days. And it isn't fair that you're over there whining about it, making me out to be the jerk that ruined your friendship with her. Look at the situation again honey, and you'll see it WAS ALL YOU.

Who I Am.

"Sometimes, I'm clueless and I'm clumsy.

But I've got friends that love me."

You know, the past couple of days have been wonderful. I can't stop smiling. Something about me has changed lately, something that makes me think I'm pretty and worth it. And I feel like a good friend. Maybe it's the fact that I've started writing again, letting my emotions out on the paper in a meaningful way. The poems aren't all good, no, but they're mine. They're ALL mine.

The picture is from last night, when I was about to go to bed. I think I look pretty good for being in a guy's v-neck and shorts. I look... Like I'm happy. And I am. More so than I've been in a while.

School is out soonish, a little over a month left! I can't wait for it. I can't wait to hang out with Mercedes for days and days. And I can't wait to spend some more time with Sam (this never changes, but that isn't the point here). Cody, the boys, and Caty. Hannah, the softball girls from Conway Springs, and maybe even Brigham a couple times. (:

Who knows what'll happen! (: The possibilities are endless for me right now. And I like them that way.

P.S. - I took my ACT today. I think it went well! (:

The Way You Love Me

I've been in a really good mood the past couple of days. No fighting with you, no hurt feelings or tears. And it's wonderful.

Plus, the weather has been pretty. I've missed the sun a lot... It just makes me feel so much better, so much prettier. Lately, I've been thinking of myself in a much different light. I'm beginning to change little by little, and for the better. My attitude is much better, which makes me feel like a thoughtful, pretty girl.

I'm loving this. (:

Follow You Down

"Anywhere you go, I'll follow you down."

You know, love can do some odd things to you. It can cause you to lose some insight, some perspective. But you can also gain some those things too. Seeing clearly isn't an easy thing to do.

Love isn't the reason I'm writing tonight though. I'm writing about my friends. I have so many that matter to me that it scares me. I'm afraid that I'll lose them, especially Mercedes. I have a problem with keeping my female friends for some reason.

Everyone has been acting oddly lately.

Tyler flirting with Cedes, but never admitting that he likes her.

Calvin being more of an ass than usual, for no reason.

Me and Sam fighting a lot.

And making new friends that seem to think that they're worthless.

It's a lot to think about, what with school and everything. But oh well. Life goes on, the world still spins.

The Music.

So, has anyone caught on that all my blog titles are also song titles (With the exception of my poem). They're always the songs I'm listening to since they obviously reflect my mood at that point.

And a lot of them are some of my favorite songs too.

1. Like You Do - Angel Taylor

2. Blackbird - The Beatles

3. Keep Holding On - Avril Lavigne.

4. Haven't Met You Yet - Michael Bublé

5. Either Way, I'll Break Your Heart Someday - Augustana.

6. Making Memories of Us - Keith Urban

7. Color Everywhere - Deana Carter

8. MY POEM (:

9. Friend Like You - Joshua Radin

10. Spring Time - Yurima

11. The Music - David Usher

The reason why I do this is because of how much songs speak to me. And I was hoping they might speak to you too.

Spring Time

Spring Time - Yurima

I've been really into classical music lately, something is just so wonderful about not having to worry about what the words are saying to me. The music speaks all by itself.

So last week was Spring Break, Friday was the first day of spring.

And it snowed!

I wasn't happy about it at the time, but I realize now that it might have been a good thing. One last hurray for the coldest season. Maybe it was needed to make us appreciate the warmth of the sun in the sky too.

Maybe it was needed just to teach us to appreciate everything.

Friend Like You

To my dear best friend:

Mercedes, you've been with me through a lot these past few months. Sam's dad. The start of a new school year. All the stupid fights with a certain someone. Stressful WHAP projects and boy issues. We've pretty much covered it all in the months since July.

I just want you to know what you mean to me Cedes. I hope I'm there for you the way you are for me.

I love my bestie. (:

Be Happy.

Boy, be happy with what you have,

don't whine about what you're missing.

You have talent, your mom, your dad,

maybe you should look at the world around you and start listening.

Not everyone is as lucky as you,

you have so much to give.

Most people can't do half of the stuff you do,

but you're never happy with the life you live.

So listen when you're given praise,

but don't let it go to your head.

Actually live, but not just for today,

remember every word that you've ever said.

Some days, I just get upset with people. That's all I have to say right now. I'll post again soon.

Color Everywhere.

There are days that I wish I saw in black and white, just so I could dream about the colors that are out there. They can be anything that I wanted, and they'd be just mine.

But then, I'm so thankful I can see the wonderful colors of the world. Can you imagine never seeing the sky be perfectly blue on a summer day? Or all the splashes of colors of the flowers in the spring? What about a rainbow, or a sunset? I can't imagine it.

Yes, this was just random thoughts. It's what happens when I'm procrastinating. (:

Making Memories of Us.

Today is a very sappy feeling sort of day. The kind of day where I just want to curl up with him, or write cutesy little poems about him.

One of the days I remember why I'm so in love with that boy.

I never thought that our relationship would have come this far, but I'm glad it has. I wouldn't trade it for the world, even on the days when we fight.

"I'm gonna love you, like nobody loves you."

Today is definitely one of those days.

Either Way, I'll Break Your Heart Someday.

Last night was horrible. I didn't know what to feel, even if I had actually wanted to feel. But I had to put on a smile, and act like I was having a good time. All because I wasn't going to show my family, or the rest of Target, the way you hurt and confused me. I wanted to cry, but not in the middle of a store.

You can't play with my emotions, my heart, like that. I wanted to give it to you because you promised me you wouldn't hurt me... A lot of good that promise did me.

Just FYI: I'm not wearing my promise ring until this is sorted out. And if we do take a break, it will be the thing I give back. If you want it or not.

Haven't Met You Yet.

Silly boy! Look at that poor girl. You're hurting her horribly. It's been less than a week, and you already put on Facebook that you're in a relationship?!

I love you to death, but you make some dumb decisions boy. And you just make me so mad some days!


I know you just want someone there. But moving from one girl to another isn't a good way to do it. You'll hurt them, and yourself. You just.... Anger me.

Keep Holding On.

Come on honey, you'll make it. Don't let the stress get to you. (:

Homecoming will be great, and I'm always here to help you with the homework for everything!


I love you Best Friend.

Blackbird.

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise."

I love The Beatles. They just make my day every time I listen. And you know, I gain a little bit of insight without realizing it.

Music is loved all around the world because of how open it is to interpretation. One line can be seen in so many different ways. And poetry is basically the same way.

I need to start writing more, the last poem I wrote was written about a week ago. And the one before that was like six months ago. I feel like I'm losing my way with words...

Like You Do.

Happy Valentines Day, world.

Today is the day that people all over the world are spoiled by their sweethearts, and it's the day when people are most aware that they're single. But truthfully, I wish the world would show this kind of love everyday. It'd be a better place to live.

I wish I could count how many times a simple gesture, a smile, a greeting, had made my day. It happens constantly, actually. And I hope that I can do the same for others.

Although, there are days that I wish I had the courage to do something so blantant as the Free Hug Campaign. So many people that joined in got into trouble with the police. But so many people continued to do it.

I admire these people, and I wish I were that brave.

I love being me, but some days, I wish I could be someone else for just a few moments.