I am too lazy right now to think of a title.

I am writing again. Usually a sign that I have run out of people to talk to.

Just when I thought everything was falling in the right places, well it's not. Stuck, I think. On and off with being happy. Or maybe I'm just worrying myself too much. Go away, negativity! God is good. I know everything will go well.

I closed my heart pretty well and tried to be strong until... Someone is coming around again. Talking, enjoying, joking. I just about fell apart when he held my hand. Almost got weak because of that one gesture. It's weird. I guess it's just a matter of not hating, but only learning to love a person more for who they were in your life. I really appreciated him and I want him to know just that.

My mind is swimmin. I gotta get some sleep.