this journey will sooner or later

become only a mere blur in times past,

a splinter of life that was divested from its open wound.

no matter how happy, how sad, how angry, how hurt one gets, life just keeps going and going and going. it doesn't care if your dog dies, if you lose your job, if your sick and can't go to class, if your car breaks down in the middle of no where, if you don't have any money, if someone hurts you, if you have lost all hope.  life doesn't care. life keeps going on whether you want it to or not. life is ruthless.

all i can do is hold on to every good thing i have in my life though it may not be as much as others, ill take what i can get and pray it gets me through another day, another week, another year. 

not destroying myself but putting myself back together again, reconquering myself, brutally invading my being, anticipating the unpredictable approaches of god. reintroducing my design in nature, giving things the shape of my will, choosing the direction of my thought and the direction of my faculties, my tendencies, my reality.

dear gas prices,

go to hell.

love, jessica

today i woke up with the feeling that i didnt care much about anything...