Believe Me, Natalie (This is your last chance)

The summer is the sensation of freedom and friends.

The summer is where I live. What I live for.

Can't even explain how glad I am that it's summer.

So, today one of my dear friends came to visit me and drop off some stuff to me that she got on her vacation. Man, I can't even tell you how much that made my day! She even got me a turtle thingy, and turtles are (by far) my favorite animals. Hooray for turtles! And hooray for my good friend! She's one of those friends that you're glad that you have, and you don't ever want to let go of them.

I'm listening to The Killers, something I haven't done in a while. They fill my soul with delicious pudding.

Pudding?

Yes. Dark Chocolate Pudding to be specific.

Dang, it's summer, and I don't have any money. I have time, but no money. But then again, I guess it's time that we really treasure the most, so I might as well use it while I have it.

Right?

I am always afraid something will happen and I will regret all of the times that I've spent alone, all of the times I haven't been with friends, so I am always living each day to it's fullest. And it goes to say that I haven't regretted a single moment with my friends.

One of my brother's best friends died a few days ago. I don't even know this kid, I've never met him, yet I'm still affected by it. Jared would come home and tell goofy stories about him and whatever, but that was about it. Even though I only knew a small segment of what he was, I still have this shadow hanging over me, like a puzzle in my mind has been lost, and I don't know where to find it. Things like this really make you feel alive. They make you realize that you are not invincible. You will not live forever. You begin to treasure life as you live it.

Guys, do you even realize where you are?

We are alive.

So we better dang well live it up.

Everyone has down time now and then, so don't waste it. Everyone is down sometimes, but we shouldn't always be.

Because there is so much to live for.


Fear is not living.



Fear is not living. . . . .