I was just thinking about this sentence moments before I saw this image. I wasn't asking myself the question, but merely thinking about how horrible it is to ask ourselves this. I find thinking about this rather dull and depressing.

My mom just told me that her close friend's wife has stomach cancer. Just like that. I immediately wanted to cry. (It's not very often that someone close or relatively close becomes fatally ill) Of course, hearing this I had to stop myself from thinking this horrible question. I swear, it puts me into a stupor. I feel like my brain goes numb just trying to wrap my head around it.

Why are we here?

I don't know.

Next.

I feel like I should change my page into something cool that will make me want to come back to this blog and actually post. Imean... it is what I'm going to school for.

Speaking of school, I'm lacking in the studies department. I need to get motivated again.
Motivated for a lot of things.
I want to paint again.
I want to start sewing.
I want to start reading again.

I'm the only thing that is stopping myself.
Ugh.

I walked into a Joann's store the other day to look at fabric and I immediately panicked. I felt like a horrible idiot and there were too many people.
This is my biggest fear about going to a physical school. I hate it.
I want to be so positive, but I stop myself.
I need to be positive, or I will be forever holding myself back.

I'm going to make a promise with myself to stay up beat starting tonight.

If I smile like this, I look like Knick's nephew... Except I'm not half as adorable as he is.
DAMN!