There really isn't anything I have to say,
except that it's odd to just accept,
that I am happy.
Accepting happiness, it seems like such a strange concept.
I just, I've always been so busy, that I was never just content.
It's odd to think that I can just -- be still, and be happy.
Oh be still my soul. Oh be still.
Also, Africa applications came out!
Gah! So many big decisions!
Life is wonderful, oh what a joy it is!
Life ahead, here I come whether you like it or not!
--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
By: Emma Marie.