knots in my stomach

I definitely think that everything happens for a reason.

There's a reason why Greg gave me that rock from Rothbury. - good vibes, keep it in your car; you're worth it.

A reason why Marisa and I are in the exact same situation. We have the same emotions and it's still so fresh, the cut's wide open. We've promised to keep each other accountable, to be there for each other to keep each other strong. There's a reason why Bailey drove me home this morning after getting donuts. A reason why the guy at native roots commented on my bracelets. There's always a reason.

I've been blessed with so many things and lately I haven't taken the time to appreciate them. I think that being alone helps you focus more on yourself. Not in the self-centered way, but to really gather your thoughts, to know who you are so you can continue to grow in the right direction. When you become so dependent on something, you get so used to something, you don't even notice that you're losing parts of yourself. Being alone can make you stronger - I fully believe that. It sort of sucks that you can get so caught up in something that you'll put it above anything else. It's pathetic, really. Especially since you don't even realize it's happening. As much as I enjoy being visibly and physically loved by someone, I love finding love in other things - other people. Taking time to realize that God loves you. You always know that he loves you, but you get so caught up in other things that you don't appreciate it. That puts knots in my stomach.