After having kept a journal with me everywhere I go for the last fifteen years or so I have a record of my life, losses, loves, hates, fears, and every other emotion that drug me around like a puppet at one time or another.

     My entire life I have always had this nagging feeling that I was looking for something, searching, waiting for something or someone- but I did not know what or who exactly it was that I was looking to find, so I wandered around in my life trying to find myself... I was lost.