Science of Fear

Location: Atop a most comfortable mattress

Listening to: Temper Trap.

Avoiding: a lot.

I feel like I should have something to say. It's not a conceivable feeling. There is no onomatopoeia that I could write down that, you, the reader could understand.

It's been a year. In other cases a month. Much has changed. Much has happened.

I've been thinking about my passions. And how incredibly hard it is to put yourself down on paper in less than 500 words to be judged and scrutinized by people who are all about 50 years old. I'm just praying whatever the faculty at the high school sees in me is translated to the paper. I'm just being myself. I figure that's my best shot.

It's like they expect me to have my whole life figured out right now. There's no way. I have a mere 17 years of experience on this earth. If you could even call it that. I'm undeniably scared. But also excited at the thought of taking on the world. It's stressful. An adventure is waiting just around the corner. I don't know how anything is going to work. For now I just keep praying for guidance to make the correct decisions, and to be where I'm needed. I trust the Lord will provide. He does cool stuff like that :)

I have dreams. I will make them a reality.


I need to let people know I'm thankful more often. So let's begin here. I am thankful for you, dear reader. For taking a moment to see how I'm thinking. And for quietly understanding. It's appreciated.

and please.
Love me without fear. Trust me without wondering. love me without restrictions. want me without demand. accept me the way i am.


and you.
you make the world beautiful just by living in it.


remember.
Smile.