High School.

It's at this time in my life where I (and many others) wonder about the world around us. What is our purpose? Why are we here? For me, I found a religion that I've found to be true. And yet, there I was, hating life. Each day was hard. I dreaded living. Yet I knew, because of my religion, that I had to endure. I could not end it because my life was not my own to take. I had to be strong. This knowledge brought me into further despair. However, if there is one thing I've learned in this life, It's that if you keep on trying, over time, thing's will get better. And better. And better, until you're back to where you started before you ever fell. Except this time, when you see the hole, you'll know when to jump.

I don't hate life anymore. Really, it's a beautiful thing! I still feel alone sometimes, but I don't have to. No one but I and the Lord may ever know what I am going through, but that's okay. I've found that people will still listen. They'll still give you some advice, a call, and a hug when you need one if you let them know! I suppose a little self reflection couldn't make things worse though... so, I wrote this. It's the best I can do to use words and form them into my own existance.