My Problem.

I'm looking for meaning in life. Of course, I will never know what the meaning of life is, but I'm very happy that I've been put on this earth. God has created a place for me to be surrounded by people who deeply care about me and I feel so blessed to have such an incredible family.

I miss my friends though. I can't wait to get together with my girls or see "that boy" again when I get back to Oregon. Speaking of "that boy", I really miss him. We have barely talked at all since I've been over here and I'm trying to give him space. Let him come to me, ya know?! It's just hard because I don't have anything to think about, so my mind wanders to him. I'm starting to think his mind doesn't wander to me... That's my problem; I give my heart away too quickly, and usually it's more than the other person wants to give. I guess it's a good thing, it's just hard to get used to.



I feel like this woman. Alone, dark clouds behind her, contemplative, and not noticing the beauty of the flower around her.

P.S. This painting in MAGNIFICENT. I'm in love.