Writing always helped me to get through rough times. I had so many problems with my family that writing was kind of a stress relief. I wrote about the horse far, my friends and the kind of adventures we had. Of course it’s always been fictional adventures. Nothing serious just the kind of stuff a 15 year old would write about.

Today it is different. It isn’t that easy to put my thoughts into words. I have ideas but I don’t know how to put them on paper. I am happy. I am engaged and am going to get married in March. It is like I have no need to write about these things anymore. Sometimes I feel the urge to write. I want to write but I don’t know what to write about. So I sit here on the bed, next to my fiancee who watches Transporters and put down my thoughts. We probably go to bed soon because we both have to get up early. We’ll be volunteering for the gift wrapping tomorrow. This is going to be fun, especially because I am not that good at it. He promised to give me a crash course though…