my diary, my journal, my thoughts, not meant for an audience.
I am beginning to wonder if I am a figment of my own imagination. Some friends just dissappear overnight, no explanation, no return calls, no emails. Teachers forget who I am, emails go unread, unreturned, phone goes silent.
posted by Vemma Fairy! at 10:48 PM
I am a mother first, daughter, sister, and aunt Secondly. I am only a stranger to the friends I haven't met yet. I am finding out who I am outside of these labels and inside my soul. i can't handle my liquor i love wrestling with the waves of the ocean, being enveloped by the thick black liquid of a still ocean at night. Laying all my fears to rest as the sun slips away into the horizon. Being invigorated by the purple and orange brush swipes across the landscape of my mind. Being calmed and grounded by the lightly falling water down the side of a mountain in a private little fairy pond. I love the truth and all it holds and sharing this truth with all those who will listen. I love hearing the stories of peoples lives and watching them grow.
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