Thursday, July 18, 2002

I haven't written in a while, I know. Sometimes the novelty of recording your thoughts wears off. Anyway, I think sometimes of how young I am and how much life I have left to life and how hard life is, you know. I realize that sometimes, I really don't want to go on with life. I mean, I used to. I don't feel that way anymore. I have a purpose now. There's someone in my life that makes me so happy. It used to be that I couldn't imagine life. You know, I couldn't imagine doing it all. Now I can't imagine *not* doing it all. I can't imagine not living to be like 70-80 years old with the man I love right by my side. I know... I'm corny. I'm mushy. Ha!