I’m sitting here trying to talk myself into doing my facial skin care regimen... I don’t even feel like it. It’s gonna have to be plain Jane facial wash tonight. I just looked up at a note on my prayer wall and it says “what am I to learn in my singleness....what does God want to teach me?”.... I pondered over those questions. I’m starting to think about me being single. I’m okay. For the first time I can say I’m okay. Or am I? I’m okay because I don’t wanna be found right no

I’m afraid of love. It, for some reason, feels as though I’m giving my inner best to someone. They can do either one of two things: build me up or completely destroy me. That’s what love feels like to me. I’m afraid that I’ve suppressed any feelings that I may have towards anyone of the opposite sex. Is this natural, nope! I really don’t think it is and to be perfectly honest I’m a little tired of masking the fact of wanting to have and share love with a man. Deep sigh. Whew.