A Lack of Color and Emotion.

Paint me beautiful,

It's okay, I'm starting to believe that things will work out for the best. Faith and hope have refilled within me, and I can't be more grateful. I truely believe that its times like these that make us who we are. If you get through them.

*I'm so excited for a girls night tomorrow. It's exactly what I need to remind me that I am human. I've missed contact, and the warm hugs that make me smile.

*You were such a different person when I first met you. I thought that we had so much in common, so much of a connection that we could help each other through anything. It turns out though, that I was wrong. Why would I want to be friends with someone who suggests such horrible things, and treats my closest friends like dirt? I'm sorry, but I don't want to be a part of your games anymore.

*I see now that I am the only one who can make me happy. I shouldn't let other people (especially boys) control my feelings. Maybe I'm just having a good day, but for the moment I strongly believe that I won't let anyone get to me again. (Or maybe its the medication talking).

*Ellen Hopkins (I probably spelt that wrong) is the best writer ever. Her writing is so powerful, and meaningful. I don't know if I have ever read a book like "Impulse" and "Crank" that has ever hit so close to home.

*I feel like I've been missing out on the world lately. So many colors like yellow, and blue, and pink, and purple that I traded in for boring black and white. I've missed the days that I knew who I was and what I wanted. But I know that everything was for the best. That things are starting new for me.

*Let's set the world on fire tonight.