I'd like to think...

I'd like to think maybe I was wrong and that you weren't. 

And that you didn't take yourself away so suddenly and so soon.

{Have a heart?}

They asked that? 

Who asked that?

They'll blame you, I know, it's so easy to blame...too easy.

I'm sorry that they have to let you go so soon. 

I'm sorry they were wrong.

I'm sorry I wasn't. 

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

Sometimes I want to be kissed. 

Is that bad? Probably not. 

College has become a jumble of walking and cold and shoving information into my brain where is pokes the backs of my eyes. Sometimes causing headaches, sometimes causing me to see things I never saw before. 

I want to be a Church Archivist when I grow up. 

I have an awful lot of growing up to do; I realize that more and more everyday. 

I have a very low hemoglobin level. I tried to donate blood today but was unable to. Low iron...hmmm...highly suspect. 

I work on strengthening my arm muscles so that one day I can fly. 

The Constitution of the United States is an incredible and beautiful thing. It's not something to be treated lightly, or to be considered "out dated" because it's not. 

{Except my life, except my life, except my life...}

With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin R.

I know it's gonna' be...

Whomever you are, there is a way back.

It does consist of going forward, and strangely enough, not turning back.

You will, of course, carry reminders. They're there for a very specific reason though.

To remember...

Still...it's better than carrying the real flesh wound with you for the whole journey.

The reminders get in the way sometimes. There are some who don't you to move on. They want you to fester and burn and break. They want you to think there is someplace like home; that it doesn't matter.

I'm sad to see you in a different place. You were getting there! Why did you go back?

{???}

But, remember what I said before?

There is a way back? And it consists of moving forward?

You know this. It's elementary...primary, really. *Cough, cough!*

So come home.

For your mother.

For your father.

For your Father.

For your Mother.

Come home for Him. He who knows the pains of permanence. He who know the hurt of hate. He who knows the details of doubt...

You may think I'm just saying this. You are wrong. I speak from experience.

There is a way back.

With utmost sincerity,

Kaitlin R.

Dear someone...

Dear someone,

You're trying to make me feel better, but it just makes me feel worse.

You're very kind to me because that's what's expected of you, not because you care. 

I don't feel an overwhelming need to talk to you, because I have no idea what to say.

And if I say anything, it's the usual, "hello, how are you?...Good?...Good...yeah, I'm good too..."

And I am, but I'm a million different other things that I can't articulate. So that makes me wonder if you're a million different other things too.

And I know my hair was a little greasy, but sometimes that can't be helped. 

And I know my jeans were a little too tight around the middle, but they'd just been washed and weren't stretched out to the proper, comfortable position.

I don't know what you're looking for, and I don't know why I even care.

With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin R.