journal pieces |august recap|

|| August 3 ||
Why am I nervous, ashamed, and apologetic of my awkwardness, my lack of "normal behavior"? Why do I feel a need not to be me when the God of the universe is cheering me on and rooting for me to succeed?
Sometimes I cannot help but wonder if no one's opinions existed, if the lifestyles of others were a minor concern for me, would I be happy? 
Heck yeah. 
I love my life. 

To do:
Make kombucha 
sweep out car
order copies of the broken prince
charge camera


|| August 6 ||
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