Tag: journal
member name: Jessica S.
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July 09, 2007 07:30 PM EDT --
What is it about drugs that have a way of striking the curiosity of everyone? It seems that everyone has a question about drugs. What is it about drugs that catch everyone's attention? Does it attract . . .
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July 01, 2007 08:30 AM EDT --
Have you ever tried to look for a needle in a haystack? Just thinking about it makes you feel frustrated; it seems hopeless, pointless and totally impossible. Now imagine you've just reached adulthood, . . .
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July 01, 2007 07:34 AM EDT --
Who am I? Where do I begin? If I had to choose one word to describe myself I'd say complex. I'm at the point where I'm not a kid but don't really feel like an "adult". There are . . .
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July 01, 2007 08:12 AM EDT --
You look at me,
And you think you know me,
But can you honestly say
One thing you know?
Yes it's true,
You may know every freckle on my nose,
You may remember the structure of my face,
You may . . .
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July 01, 2007 08:27 AM EDT --
I wasn't as naive as you think,
Wasn't as blind as I lead you to believe.
I knew what was going on
The pain that came with reality was to much,
So I forced myself to believe
The lies you thought . . .
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July 07, 2007 02:03 AM EDT --
I previously wrote an article about open adoption versus closed adoption. One comment that someone left me really struck my attention. What if the adoptive parents don't want their child to meet their . . .
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July 07, 2007 02:50 AM EDT --
Okay, so I've always been one to live by the old sayings:
"Everything happens for a reason."
"What doesn't kill us makes us stronger."
"Things get harder before they get . . .
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July 01, 2007 07:43 AM EDT --
Why blog? I'm sure I'm not the only one who read someone's blog and wonders why they started blogging. The reason I'm starting my own blog is because I love to write. Writing is how I sort . . .
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July 07, 2007 03:28 AM EDT --
Another hard lesson learned.
I sit and ask myself why I learn everything the hard way,
Will anything come to me easily?
Or am I to sit here and get hurt over and over?
No one knows and no one tells, . . .
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July 07, 2007 04:52 AM EDT --
I walk into the kitchen, seeing my cousin sitting at the table I walk over and sit across from him. No more then a second after I sat down did I hear her scream. Looking up, my eyes meet my cousins and . . .
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July 07, 2007 05:35 AM EDT --
I remember when he use to hold my hand,
When he taught me to walk.
I remember when I use to jump into his lap
And kiss him good night.
I remember when I use to give him bear hugs,
Till it hurt so much . . .
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