ain't that the truth.

i laugh constantly. i cry frequently. i love easily. i live fully.

i love to love. it brings me such joy and warmth to my heart to love others.

i desire an abundant amount of love and attention.

i am protective of those who are dear to my heart.

i am loyal. i am silly. i am kind.

i can be jealous and demanding.

i am strong. i have a voice that has longed to be heard.

i am a perfectionist. i am hard on myself.

i wish to be loved by many and never forgotten. i wish to leave an impact on all lives i cross paths with.

i love long road trips and sharing heartfelt conversations.

i hate goodbye's and love hello's.

my perfect day consists of continuous laughter and love exchanged with another. i never want to forget to be silly and childlike. it is by far the best trait i think one can have.

sometimes i would rather sit in silence than talk in the company of friends and loved ones.

i can give the best advice to my friends in need, but tend to forget to listen to my own wisdom and love.

i feel incomplete without music in my life. i love the feeling of my fingertips grazing the piano keys.

i bruise easily...both mentally and physically. i also have too many scars to count. i was a daredevil child.

i cling to the men i love in my life because i fear of eventually losing them.

i love my mother and wish she saw the goodness in herself as much as she does in others. i am proud to be her daughter and to have inherited her strength, compassion, and ability to love unconditionally.

i miss my father. i miss his laughter, his smile, his music, his jokes, his love, his hugs that always made me feel better when nothing else could.

i sometimes look back into the past or too far in the future. i wish to stay present. to be.

i wish to grow each day. stronger. kinder. more loving and accepting of others. including myself.

i had the most wonderful day with my mom and brother today. it started with yoga in the morning, a delicious lunch at Tea Bar, and many laughs and memorable chats through the day. after we said goodbye to mama, kp joined me and marty for some hula hoopin' in the park. it was an extraordinary. but nonetheless, making things even more difficult to leave. it's going to be tough. i hate goodbyes.