21pheonix

there was a day when i went to confession, a time when it was my own idea. it was offered at the seminary in ft. wayne, in, on a snowy day, and i wasnt sure if i wanted to go. i hadnt gone to a formal personal confession since about 7th or 8th grade, and it was for confirmation class. the sin continues, but, upon listening to pandora, i read the title of a particular enya song. its entitled The Memory of Trees and is on the album Paint the Sky with Stars. its a beautiful title all around. and it makes me think of that time that i confessed a sin which has been haunting me for years and i exited that chapel [given, by a fell

i officially have a somewhat dire need to express myself. Right now. but... I don't know how.

Is it okay to admit that what i plan to wear for halloween is going to look a lot like a last minute thrown-together costume?