I See No Reason Why Gunpowder, Treason Should Ever Be Forgot

I just read Brenda's post and it got me thinking. She's right. We're born from love, and yetwe are so afraid of it because it makes us weak, vulnerable. All we want is love, and allwe get is apprehension to love. The only way that we can ever truly be happy is if we do not hate, and are not hated. But we should not strive for others' love. People should be able to love you, accept you for who you are. And if our world can't do that, if our society can't do that, then we'll all die. It's as simple as that. What's so scary about three words? I love you. We better embrace those words, because we don't know how much longer we'll be alive to have the opportunity to speak those words. So I wanted to put the fact out there that I love you all. Perhaps I don't know you, but you make up some aspect of my life, and give my life a little more excitement. And for those of you I do know...well, you should know that I love you because only people I'm friendds with read this blog. And even people who don't read this blog, like Millie. I know it seems rediculous, but I only just realized it myself. When I found out months ago about her parents getting a divorce, I was shaken. And I felt sorry for her. And I wished that I could stop it from happening. Don't you only feel that when you care about someone? And who says that you have to know someone, or be friends with them just to care about them? I'm thinking about the line from V For Vendetta: "What I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that though I do not know you and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you."

Okay, I think I spent a little too long talking about Brenda's post, but I think I got the point across. So today I finally got around to printing out Built On Secrets, which was amilestone for me. It seriously took forty-five minutes to print out, and even longer to punch those stupid little holes in it so I could put it in a binder... The hole-puncher-thing could only do six sheets of paper at a time *twitch*. But what a difference it makes! Nearly every page (and I mean almost every single one; only about ten pages were unmarked) had something to correct on it. Just think of my parents' horror when I have to reprint it all again.... Of course, they don't know I printed this one, so that should make things a little more favorable for me.

Alright, I don't really have much left to write so I'll leave it at that.

Tschüs