I feel inspired. I feel like writing. But Nothing comes to mind. I can't just make the words flow all the time. I have to sit there and calculate the exact way I want to say a certain thing. That is why I never finish a story. I feel like I will be mediocre for the rest of my life, and simply not excel at anything. Love. I excell at loving someone, and giving them my heart all too quickly. Sometimes that gets me into trouble. But it made it very easy to fall in love with God. Off I go into the wilds of the imagination. My imagination. I can only pray that this next one will be up to par. Love!