The second day of August.
Only four days left of Psychology class.
The sun shone bright today, but I have no one to share it with. I long for the leaves to change. I long for the ground to turn white. I want it to be cold, perhaps there will be a new soul here in 17 days who will need someone to hold them for warmth. Perhaps she will choose me.
I pray she’s doing well.
I can’t do this alone Lord.
Be with me please.