I only feel most inspired to write following a reading of Post Secret. I feel like I have nothing to say until I read all of the things that people I don't even know have to say. I don't even remember things that I have said. I don't even know what to say.

But I can always mention my cat. Most recently he has decided it is best for him to make his presence undeniably known... in the very center of my work.

I'm afraid that mixed families are the most difficult with which to deal. Sometimes my step-family is the most embarrassing and other times they are teach me the most, and I get along with them better than my real family. I often wonder if my mom is satisfied with her choice.

I realized the other day that Jesus was able to have compassion for people to such a great degree because He knew the whole story. This has changed the outlook of my day-to-day life. For instance, now when driving, I attempt to refrain from yelling at the driver in front, beside, or behind me, that is doing something inconsiderate or seemingly stupid. Or perhaps when I think of a person who can make me crazy sometimes because of their persistent annoyance, I pause and wonder what could have possibly caused it. You see, if I think this way all the time, I would be nice. But I don't think this way all the time, and for that I am very sorry.

I also don't understand why, as a seventeen-year-old, that I can't know "love". I question my own self, as to whether I know what I am thinking or saying when I say that word. It is a strong word, but why can't I know the power of it?
And this seems like the right argument until I acknowledge that I could be wrong.