Well, two. One is I may confess things more than once. Because I'm not going to let these confessions take a hold of me anymore.
The second is I do not fit.
Or at least I don't feel like I do. I feel like I'm being jammed into a puzzle at that spot that I just don't fit at. Or a square being shoved in a round hole. While other people spend their days searching for that one thing that will make their lives satisfactory, I would rather be putting together puzzles or shoving the the squares and circles in the holes. I've had plenty of moments to myself and they have helped me grow extremely dependent of God. Just me and kids. Kids make me happy. I don't think any other living person besides a child could make me more happy at the moment. Sometimes I wish I had a good group of friends to express myself with. But there aren't many people like me. Maybe I am preparing myself to leave. I have only a couple of months before life on my own starts. And then who knows where I will be taken. Which is also a really scary thought.
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