Dear Blog,

Dear Blog,

We haven't spoken in awhile. I should try to visit you more often; please accept my deepest apologies. Let's proceed. Several events have taken place since my last post, but I wish not to cover these at this point in time. I like sharing with you my thoughts. Why, you ask? Well, I find that my thoughts swirl in and out of my brain. Sometimes things stick. Othertimes, I forget. And I don't want to forget what I'm thinking right now. It's important.

I wonder if you're feeling suspense. I told you I had something important to share. You wonder: What could it be? What is she thinking? Is she playing a joke? Tell me, tell me, tell me. Well, Mr. Blog, hold your horses. I will continue...

Now, what fills my mind at this point in time is: Life. Life is such a fragile thing, resembling a small baby. If you don't feed the baby, it cries. If you don't change the baby, it cries. If the baby is tired, it cries. And really, nobody wants the baby to cry. We live so our baby can smile. We live so we can smile. We are the baby.

You think I'm crazy? I don't care. I know I'm weird. Crazy may even be accurate. But I'm so much more than a looney teenager who constantly ponders the meaning of life. My name is Lauren, and this is my story:

Throughout my years, I've tried to figure out the person I want to be. But more importantly, I've defined who I am today. I have so many flaws. I'm insecure, emotional, impatient, needy, worriesome, and messy. I know these things. I accept them. And I smile when they cross my mind. They've made me... me. And despite these things, I have many good qualities. I have passion and heart. And that's all I want. I want to give life my everything. I want to try new things, and learn from my mistakes. I want every day to be different. My heart is my compass; let it lead me in any direction.

I should be off, Mr. Blog. Keep in touch.

Farewell,
Lauren Elizabeth