I accept this pain. The accumulation of all the wrong choices I have made over the past three years has finally caught up to me. With this acceptance as my guide I will embrace the change needed to become a better person, to take back what is rightfully mine. Self control, self esteem and none other, being myself.

I told her I loved her.  She asked me how I was so sure.  To be honest I wasn't at the time, only until she was gone did I realize what love really meant.

I miss the comfort of my own words.  The experiences trapped within my own head takes form as words and if I work hard enough those words become sentences and those sentences become paragraphs.  If I shape the paragraphs into lovely sections describing what I want to promote or debate they link together to become an essay.  However sloppy or misleading it may be, we strive to pull out a point straight from our heads and attempt to illustrate it by using almost mystical and infinite patterns of words to create ... well, feelings.  I ask myself; "what feelings have I conjured within you if I were able to at all?".

I really do hope I left some kind of flavour on your tongue...