I grew a lily, and it is in my window, and I like it. I love bonding with people that I never though I would get to know better. Its crazy how you think you are all alone, and that no one knows how you feel because know one has gone through what you have. I find its not true. So I was thinking. Whoever came up with the "all good things must end" bullshit needs to be tarred, feathered, and then burned at the stake. If it was really a "good thing" then it wouldnt end. Good doesnt end, its not supposed to, if it ends it becomes bad. And if it ends then was it ever good in the first place? Or was it always bad? I cried at church on sunday. It was hard to keep it in, its been under the surface for awhile now. I'm cutting down on eating... I hate eating. Eating makes me feel fat.