I'm going to apply for that internship because I feel a strong conviction in my heart to make an impact.

Every time I think of those who are hurting and selling their bodies and souls for money...who think they are beyond the love of any human much less the Father...I just am mixed with feelings of deep sadness, rage and longing to show them that they are not alone.

Sadness at the needless pain, sadness at the often times innocence that is raped away by this world. Sadness at the needless hurt. Sadness because I'm so weak and stagnant in my own heart.

Rage at my own weakness, my own cowardice. Rage at the demons that mislead people, that I hear whisper in my ear every day. Rage at so often failing to take a stand that is needed in my own personal life with the people I interact with on a daily basis.

I have so far to go in trying to understand this love that I want to share.

It feels like if a lot of the people I knew had any idea of how often swear words entered my mind and flew from my pen, I think they might pass out, or something.

I NEEEEEEED SLEEP!

Can't sleep, going crazy.