Blessed. Without conditions.
So I definitely shouldn’t be awake. My mom has this terrible habit of wanting to talk to someone (ie. me) before she goes to work. For those who aren’t aware, my mom’s a school teacher, so this means she has the habit of waking me up “to chat” around 5:30 in the morning. Good times. I feel very blessed. Overwhelmingly blessed. Woah back up. Not because my mom wakes me up at ungodly hours. Let’s start this entry fresh. From the beginning. I feel blessed. Overwhelmingly blessed. Th

Finally. Too little too late.
He made eye contact with me in this beautiful, powerful way. It was the type of eye contact you can’t look away from. The type of eye contact I’d been waiting for. It made me excited, and curious. And happy he was mine. Little did I know. So much was behind those eyes. The truth sat there, bulbous and beautiful, filling his eyes with something dark and deep… something that drew me in and held me breathless. The truth was that he wasn’t mine at all.

Blessed By Opportunity
I’m conflicted. Conflicted, because I’m not sure what scares me more: acquiring a well-paying, respectable job in Worcester, MA, or traveling the country – penniless, aimless, and alone. Conflicted because I’m pretty sure the second option is the one that’s right for me. However, tomorrow I have an interview with a well-known company, and if they offer me a job, I know I will take it. How different my life will be. Or… how the same. I’m conflicted because the rational side of