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You are chosen

Last picked or sometimes not picked at all. All those around you seem to easily make friends, but not you. When you open your mouth, all the wrong words come out. You want to be chosen, seen, but you are forgotten, invisible. You watch as those you want to connect with, walk right past you… Continue reading You are chosen


Seven years. That’s how long the cracks had been in my windshield. It all started with a small chip in the center of the windshield. Because I never took care of the small chip, over the years, it grew and grew until it ended up with three different long lines across my windshield. One line… Continue reading Cracks