Ive never been a big fan of the term “broken heart”. Some people think that having someone not return your love would lead to a heart that is broken, but its actually quite the opposite. My heart goes into overdrive when that happens, and there is nothing broken about it. I am full of feelings, and thoughts, and emotions, and it sometimes it feels as though I cant handle all the feelings going through my heart and my soul.
I hate packing. I am, you could say, the chronic over-packer. I never know what I should take and what I shouldn`t take, so I end up taking almost every piece of clothing I own. Almost every trip i`ve ever taken, I end up wearing only 60% of the clothes I bring with me. This wouldn`t really be a big problem(like they always say, its better to be over prepared then under), except a few simple rules I forgot about my trip.
I'm a cursing, smoking, premarital sex having, blasphemous 18 year old who loves my life. It seems like Heaven would forbid most the things I love to do. I say this to my Christian friends and they tell I will be happier than I have ever been if I make it to Heaven and that there's nothing to worry about..no sadness, no evil, no pain, no hurting, just perfectness. But I thought what made life so...good(dunno if that's the best word) is the uncertainties we face in everyday life. If... read more »