Well, when I was younger, being a saint was so easy. Their stories were told to us in school, where doing what was right was always so clear, so simple, and rays of golden light would tell them what to do and they would do it. Now I see that faith and hope are so much harder than they looked. What is my plan? .

Monday, May 2, 2011. 1 It was on top of the stack of t-shirts in my drawer. 2 It is incredibly comfortable.

Friday, May 20, 2011. Time has gotten away from me. My head is weary but my heart is full of regret. There is nothing like Armageddon to really put things into perspective. My pillow only can register that each moment is now more precious than the last,. The doomsday clock slowly ticking down until.