brittneynicole; the journals of

     The more I think of how the years have passed and how people have passed in and out of my life, the more I find myself wondering where I’m going to find myself in the future.

     People come and go I find, but where to turn after they’ve gone? Is it family? Religion, perhaps? Or do we lock it inside. No two people are the same so thus everyone will deal with issues in different ways. Hot tempered individuals may fly of the handle, like an erupting volcano where as others may write down thoughts onto a paper.

     When people walk out of my life, sometimes to make later appearances and sometimes just to simply move on with their own lives, how close were we really? Were we ever good friends? Did we ever have a connection? Or is there something wrong in the way that I socialize which draws people back from me?  Where will this leave me in the future? Will everyone walk away from me? Once I’ve been used, am I discarded like trash?

     I’ve learned that all things happen for a reason, though most of the time I can’t seem to figure out the reasoning. Sometimes I later find out the reasoning and sometimes I never do. Though, I’m young I’m not so worried about it but the more it happens and the older I get, it really makes me wonder. It’s something I force myself to do; remember that everything happens for a reason. I find that believing in this makes people happier to know that the result still would’ve been the same and that it was truly inevitable.