cement.

 

Last night I could have punched a hole 

through the wall.

I was so angry, and so frustrated. 

I don't usually get angry, I usually get sad...but this was something more.

This was knowing I had hurt them.

This was knowing I was hurt.

It was frustration of trusting people.

Hearing one thing and seeing another.

Believe the best, then wishing I hadn't.

...giving second, second chances.

Being misunderstood and not being able to do anything about it.

.

My friend said to me today - "You're a treasure, live like you believe it."

So, there you have it. 

Tomorrow I have an interview. 

For my dream job.

I could not possibly be more excited.

When I left America, I knew in my heart it wouldn't be for a year.

This could be something permenant.

Those could have been some lasts.

A blank wall, waiting to be painted.

I'm choosing bright, and brighter colors.

Let's go God, you and me.