I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

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I’m scared of the future, what it might bring. I fear someday being cold and alone. I’m uncertain of my meaning in this life. I don’t know where I should go. It’s you that takes away the fear. You’re the one who could make me warm. It’s your love that helps me understand. It will forever be you I’m wanting for.

Truth be told, I’m cold and alone right now. So I’m going to put on some layers and call someone. Yep, it’s that easy.