She always has the best intentions, her goodness is innate.

Why does each day have to be such a struggle? Am I just making life harder than it has to be? I think I have this way of doing that...of making ANYTHING harder than it has to be. Why do I do this? All I want is to sit in a park (GOD why can't Central Park be closer?) with the cool breeze blowing through my hair...with a good book in my hands and a glass of tea sitting next to me. I want to stop reading every now and then and look up...watch the people walking by, watch the children run and play and laugh. They have no idea how hard life gets...nor do they really care. I want that back. I want that innocence back. Where do I find it? Is it even there anymore? Sometimes I find myself wanting to just run (drive actually :)) away and not look back. I couldn't tell you why really.