Day 4: Other kids did drugs; I did crafts.

Out of service, out of touch. Yikes. Sorry about that.

I wish I was "crafty"

Hi Hobby Lobby, I'm about to invade you.

I'll update you on my crafty adventures periodically.

Day 3: Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made

"She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs at the days to come." Proverbs 31:25

No more looking into the past.

Day 2: And I had the best day with you today

Meet Rachel.

I've been feeling a little home sick recently. I moved to Houston and away from my best friend this past year. Let me tell you, it's the hardest thing I have ever done. Rachel is such a lively person with the sweetest soul. It's hard not seeing her everyday and texting each other while we're right beside each other in class.

I think what's really bothering me is the fact that since I moved here a year ago, I haven't found anyone who understands me quite like she does. I feel like a part of me missing. That best friend part. Maybe I'm just too busy to actually go out and meet people. I work all the time. When I really just need to spend time with a best friend, I can't. I don't have one here.

I'm not trying to be all depressing. I just feel like I'm still "new". I don't know anyone and nobody knows me. Maybe I should mingle more. I don't even know how to go about doing that. 

Gosh.

I am having a good day though :)

Day 1: I've always envied people who sleep easily

It's currently 2:34 AM as I write this. I only note the time because I have to be up in about five hours. 

Welcome.

As I'm sitting on my roof tonight, I realize that I have no idea who I am. Everyone around me seems to know what they want to do. Go to college, become a musician, join the military, make lots of money, be happy, live carelessly, seek God, blah blah blah. If I'm being completely honest (which I'm going to try very hard to do), I don't know who I am or who I want to be. I don't know what will make me happy. I like to think of myself as a go with the flow kind of gal, but I think that's just an image I put forward because it seems to hide the fact that I simply just don't know. 

I'm very distraught.

I'm only 18... I have time right? Maybe I don't have time. Maybe the time is now. What if I make the wrong decision? You can't really quit life. Maybe when I wake up I'll know.

Night.