I Love, a lot. I feel as though I have a very passionate and compassionate heart and personality. I share my love with all who accepts it. Sometimes though, I wish this love would be reciprocated. I get stepped on and trampeled over all the time. I let myself feel this way. There are days where these feelings are minimal and unimportant. Other days, these feelings are so monumental. Who knows.
I keep hurting myself! I burnt myself accidentally last week on my hand, and arg it looks gross. I have been off and on sick for a while, and I think its getting close to alergy season ICK. Enough of that.
I am not heartbroken, nor will I EVER let myself get that way. Expectations are horrible. I hold myself to so much, on so many seperate levels.
I decided with one of my friends today that I am going to try something new. I am going to start passing on inspirational books that I read. I am going to pass them on with the only stipulation for the person to SOMETIME, pass on that book or another book that they deam should be passed on. I realize sometimes books touch us in a special way, give us a feeling we don't want to pass on. (The reasoning of being able to pass on another book). I don't know, books have a special place in my heart. We shall see how well the idea plays out.
J
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