I've been a mess lately.
Crying, whining, and treating people terribly.

A lot of crap has happened.
Life can be pretty sucky sometimes.

Today though I had a realization: I'm tough. Maybe not physically, but emotionally.
I can handle this.
I've decided to grow up and act like the nineteen-year-old I am.

I was brave today and did a really difficult thing.
I WILL stick to my decision.

Heavenly Father has a plan for me.
I need to let go and allow him to take over.
I'll be okay.

I'm tough.

Today was the worst day ever.

I have been waiting for weeks for today so that I could talk to my missionary. I woke up at 5:45 this morning because I was so excited I couldn't sleep. I thought he was going to call me himself or I would be invited over to his families. Well neither happened. I would have been fine if he was just talking to his family but his best friend got invited over and got to talk to him. But not me. I had my hopes up so high. I'm crushed. It really broke my heart. I can't stop crying.

I know I sound dramatic but I'm dying without him.
I was counting on today.