.hands down

These are strange times they say; I say. What is this thing called life? How are we to live it? I know how, but its the process that can be strange and difficult to understand. Everything happens for a reason, and happens according to God's will. I believe this to the full extent. Understanding in the struggle, if it is even meant to be understood at this time.

Why do I long for a female companion? Why? Why anything? Lost in thought.

Another lonely Holiday season? Am I only doing this to myself?

I can't wait for friends to get home from college.

This moment is so depressing.

Stop freaking out, put your hand's down and lift your chin back up.