So from the last book I just read, I've read just about 7,500 pages. I haven't really worked out in the past 2 weeks and that's perfectly fine with me. I'm missing my boyfriend so much!!! I might be seeing him and his family in September for labor day weekend. I can't wait to be back home. I'm kinda forgetting what my room looks like. =(

Gosh! There's just so much going on right now!!!

Well everybody, summer's coming to an end. I leave to go back home in a little over 10 days. I'm excited but at the same time kinda sad, and I'm not quite sure why. I miss my mom so bad and I want my own bed. My own house, kitchen, bedroom, dogs, city, everything. My chest tightens up when I think of home. I feel so far away and it seems like I'm not going back. But I will. I want to go to church with my friends. Make dinner before Mom gets home and have fun with my friends. I feel isolated from my own world. To be honest, I don't think I can stay here for another week. I love my dad and all, but sometimes it's too much. I once lived with my dad, but back then, I went on adventures with my brother and had school work to do. My dad and I grew apart. He's not the nurturing parent. The one that knows how to comfort me when I'm sick, or gives me advise when I need it the most, or even understands anything of the stuff I do or who I am. I just miss my mom. I want to go home. This feels like it's not a vacation anymore, if it even was. I love my sisters, and Monique too. I just want to be home. I want to laugh with my mom and get yelled at for not cleaning my room. I need to feel not empty... can anyone understand that?

Fire of Love

A fire that is carefully stoked and tended will not burn out.

...It will blaze so brightly that its warmth lingers in
your heart.

It will beckon your tired soul and embrace you in its
radiance.

The familiar smell of its smoke can bring a wistful
smile,

and the occasional blast of fireworks can take your
breath away.

Its sizzle can enthrall you; its flickering flames
entrance you.

The glowing embers provide comforting heat,

and the knowledge that a subtle movement or gentle
breeze

can rekindle a bonfire.

My love, the spark that ignited the day we met

remains an eternal flame.

~ Anonymous