Months ago I felt called to write. I thought He meant for me to write a book, so I started a book. I haven't had time to work on it since; so that's not really helping anyone, including me. Lately I've been feeling the need to write again so I decided upon blogging. I still like the first couple chapters I wrote so I'm going to share them with you.
Chapter 1: Who Am I?
As I lay here, on this dreary, damp day, I stop and wonder, how I got here, and how far I’ve come. You see, I wasn’t always this worried about my existence. There was a time in this life-cycle, where I could stop and smell those metaphorically induced ‘roses’, and not want to wring someone’s neck. Only now, at the age of 22, am I so full of sorrow.