It's amazing what can happen in ten months. I move to New Jersey, and my prayer and cry were answered after eight years. I moved to a place where people actually live like Christians, but still realize that we all sin and all sin is equal.

Love it. Out loud. Seriously. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

And then the whole Kent thing. The whole reason I even started writing here was because of the first time he cheated on me. Hooray. Went throught that all again... and again... and again. Hooray. I was tired of his crap and I saw the amazing guys here and how they truly love God. So... we were talking on again off again... and then the big thing to break us up happened.

Usually when your boyfriend fathers a child, it's nice if you're the mother. Especially if you've been together for practically a year and the kiddo was obviously concieved in that time span.

Oh yeah. Absolutely great.

But despite it all... I am so glad that I have FINALLY fallen out of love with that jerk. It took awhile, and as long as I don't... see him or talk to him or even look at pictures of him... I'm okay.

I'll be fine.

I just feel like i'm a giant failure.

I fail at practically everything I do.

I'm a failure and i'm alone and more than 300 miles away from home.

I thought I was homesick before... but now... and I just came back from home.

And I know I said 'thank you very much' for that ticket.

I really hate how she's questioning my grattitude. I always say thank you. This makes me not even want to be here right now. It makes me want to go back to West Liberty this semester. Who wants to live with someone who questions something like grattitude and integrity?

I've barely been here two months.

I'm so upset I can't eat. I have never felt like I was going to vomit so strongly before.