I'm In Crisis. I'm About

I'm Sitting In The Bleachers, Watching Longingly As All The Boys And Umbumped Girls In My Personal Health And Fitness Class Play Muggle Quidditch. I Don't Even Like The Game Very Much, I Think It's Silly, But I So Miss Physical Activity That I'd Be Thrilled If I Could Run Around The Gymnasium With A Broom Between My Legs, Chasing After The Human Snitch Wearing A Gold Pinny.

I Just Don't See The Point In Beating Myself Up. I Think It's More Productive To Concentrate On Being A Better Person Right Now Than Punishing Myself For Who I Was In The Past.

Marcus Flutie Slept With Just About Every Girl On The Eastern Seaboard Except Me. Though, He Tried To Get Into My Panties When I Was A Freshman But Turned Him Down Because I Refuse To Disempower Myself Just For A Few Clit Twitches.

I Can Let My True Self Shine In Front Of God.

Faith Is Accepting What Makes No Sense, What We Cannot Prove, But Know Down Deep In Our Souls Is Real.