I am afriad of being still. Of silence, of being alone with myself. Of looking around at my life so full and juicy only to ask myself, Is there all there is? Is that what I'm left with to show? I couldn't have asked for a better existance, for better parents, for better friends, for a better family, a better boyfriend, a better educational experience, a better track record, a better future, a better me. My life, as far as human beings are concerned, is perfect.

I would not want to be anyone else other then myself. But I am still afraid of being alone, in case my life crumbles like a deserted sandcastle on a deserted beach where there will be no footprints to acknowledge my existance. I keep doing doing

Ahhh, and then Robby dear Robby comes onto MSN to share my little burden, and Belmont makes me laugh:

Me:
i have no more strenth bel

Belmont:
he will raise u
he raised lazarus
and u are only hannah
he can do it

and u might want to add
lazarus was cold meat
and u r hot

Ok I need to rest.