In the book of life, the answers aren't in the back.

I want all the answers.  I want to know what's going to happen in the next few months.


I always want to know what's going to happen--brace for impact.


I have four weeks left of my graduate program.  Four weeks.  FOUR WEEKS.

Free falling, having faith that I'll end up where I'm supposed to.

I wonder about fate and love.  I'm afraid for you to call. I wonder if I can believe in what you said, believe in us without feeling like an idiot.  Was it all just a dream? I rarely let myself think about what happened.  A mental block that makes kissing you in the rain seem like someone else's life.  Are you really going to come back to me?

 I wish I was indifferent, trusting in the universe.  Trusting in the random twists of fate.

This month put several things into perspective for me in general.  I'm healing from August 22nd.  I think I've made a lot of progress.  I swear, ever since I had that breakdown in the car--I've been so much lighter.  It's crazy--the physical manifestations of stress.  I used to be able to feel the stress reverberating around me, now I feel peaceful.  I know, as much as I love Jason, I could never marry him.  We talk on the phone all the time, but we're friends.  As hard as it is, as hard as it has been, our chapter is finished.

I'm watching The Notebook as I go to bed and I think it's just too girly and depressing.  Watching the ebb and flow of someone else's relationship is just too much.  You know, last week I felt like I would never be able to go on a date.  Tonight, I think I want to be open to whatever and whomever comes into my life.  Go with the flow.  Go with the flow.  Trust in the universe....trust in the universe? Trust in the universe.