I admit it. It’s true. Often, when I went to bed, my prayer, or rather my litany would be that I didn’t get up in the morning. By this, I didn’t mean that I wanted an extra couple minutes snoozing. I just didn’t want to get up, face the day and go about life. And every morning, when I did get up, it was with the keenest disappointment that I was still alive.
this is what a 21 yr old thinks/writes/blog !!!!
at 21 !!!!