Today I felt like talking, telling a story. It’s about me, as all are in the end. A reflection of the one who made it. Today I’m thoughtful and thinking and everything’s alright. It’s busy and buzzy and that’s alright. But some days are not alright. Some days are awful and worry and so bad you just want to curl up and cry. And that’s alright. That’s what a friend is for. Friends are people who you enjoy being with. When you’re alright, you can be alright together and that’s alright. And when you’re not alright they can be there and talk and make things a little more alright. And that’s alright. Because some days are alright. Today I’ll be out with my family picking out a real christmas tree. We’ll walk up and down the lot complaining about the cold before settling on the very first tree we saw. And that’s alright. So I guess what I wanted was to ask if everyone here wanted to write a story too. It’s ok if it seems long or rambly, or you don’t know what to say. Just start. When you don’t know is the best time to say, because it means your words are genuine. Often times people want to seem and look alright, because that’s what they think others want to see. And that’s alright. But it’s more alright to just be yourself for a bit, whoever that is. For “If I live a life of shallow words and empty replies then. What. Am. I?”