joy

joy...

what is it?...

it comes when you least expect it...

What is joyful to me may be hell to you....

we are all different....

I love the feeling of laughter...the type of laughter that comes so hard your sides hurt...

I love people who are understanding...secure in who they are so you can be who you are.....

I am weak many times...I hide this well....

I am angry many times I hide this well....

I must learn to show angry in a respectful way...without watering down my true feelings..

That is hard....

I feel guilt....stupid guilt but never the less it effects me.....Like a dropping faucet.....

drip drip drip

My goal is to not be afraid to be me....not just the pretty parts...but the ugly parts also...

joy....what is it...????

Its whatever you want it to be...

I cannot save the world....I can only save me...and by saving me...in return I can save someone.....If only one person....

Saving me enables me to be something..

what I'm not really sure..

But for now....I just sit here.......

joy.....Is just being me.........whatever me is.....