I say strength.

I am considering moving my journal to a secret location, but for now, it's good where it is. A journal is not meant to be read by people who don't have one of their own. Stacee made that good point. People can't start to understand how we crave for someone who would listen to our words. Someone who we have never met. That's what an online journal really is for.

I walked through the day with a headache. If I am sad, only tears would fall from my face. But instead, I was tortured by a massive headlock. Pounding...to and fro.

BEEP! My sis is cool! :D

I smell of smoke now. When I returned from the only class I attended today, math discussion, I decided to finish my chicken soup. Yet, I got absorbed with complaining about my recent crisis, that I forgot about my pot on the stove. "Jennifer! Your stuff is burning!" Big whoops. I ran to the kitchen to discover it filled with smoke. Fortunately nothing was on fire. I grabbed my pot and started washing it. Then the smoke alarm went off. They closed the door, so I was suffocated in the kitchen with billowing smoke. Emily had already opened one of the windows. I fanned the smoke out the window. Eventually, I just scrubbed my pot and got all the burnt food off. So much for a fulfilling lunch.

After I came back from math study group, I decided that I wanted to relieve my past. I unblocked everybody up to the end of July. Then that's all. Everybody who I blocked after stayed blocked. Nonetheless, I think that eased the pressure of AIM trying to keep track of the many people that I cut connections with. It's one of those moments that I felt...things are getting better again. Ironically.

I can't prevent what I don't believe is going to happen.