SPEAK!!

I always say that God should have given me a beautfiul voice. I LOVE music. I would sing and share my gift with the WORLD. I would not need a record deal. I would just sing my head. God did not give me a beautiful singing voice. He gave me a beautiful authorial voice, and I stopped using it altogether. My teenage years was a way for me to delineate my thoughts. Many an epiphany has occured at the keyboard. My tears, laughs, lust, shade, victories, and defeats are stored here, and I just stopped speaking. There are still one and a half teenage years left. Looking back, I have neglected to chronicle my first semester, and it hurts. I know there are some days where I would be angry, ten minutes later I would be laughing, and then an hour later crying somewhere, and those posts would have been bipolar. There are days when I'm bi-polar though.

I can't be mute any longer. I have to share my gift with the world.