Goodness.

the perfect book for the occasion

Guess I’m a believer of some sort. I believe in an inherent goodness that I certainly don’t always see. I have to believe that people are better than they act, better than know. I have to believe in potential. I have to believe that there is more than meets the eye, even when I find less after searching.

Can not — will not — let cynicism sink its nasty claws into me.

All I ask is that I not turn into a bitter old woman. Throw what you want at me, I just need help with still being me.