I wish that writing would clear up my thoughts and get me to stop listening to the arguments in my head.

I am not alone. I am loved. And I will be okay.

I want so badly for someone to walk into my life and answer my prayers. Jeremy left an empty spot, with the times he was here and with the times that he left. I've always believed I spent the happiest six months of my life with him. And now, even as those moments fade, I still believe it.

I'm kidding myself by thinking I can't be happy on this campus. There are great people here, and it's not a three day drive to get home.

My arms feel empty with no one to hold.

I want someone to cry with.

Was there ever a time when things didn't seem so rushed?

I'm smiling somewhere.

I'm going to go rest now.