I know my anxiety screams over the good qualities that I do possess. Please overlook my irrational thoughts, my erratic behaviour, and sometimes emotional breakdowns. I have so much to offer you, i promise. Please work on me too. I never thought home would be more than four walls, a roof, and some windows. I never thought it could be laugh, and sleepy mumbles before passing out.

How I wish our story had already begun. How I wish we were already together and traveling the world. I think this is my way to heartbreak but no one can blame me for trying.

Being around you gives me a lot of feelings, and those feelings are driving me crazy. You can get along perfectly with a person. You can talk and laugh for hours with no sign of stopping. But is that right? But oh.

Memoirs of a heart seeking God. Friday, September 4, 2015. My heart is not the purest. I want to be the farthest. AMy flesh fights for interrupting its feed. My feet will always splatter. Throwing a spanner in my own works. But yet, You will forever. Bring me back to Bosom. Shielding like only I matter. Monday, July 6, 2015.

Rather you show how over the generations various factors, especially drug use and the resulting breakdown of families, contributed to the failure of many Scots-Irish to embrace the work. I have a pregnant girlfriend! .