Why is it when you think you have things figured out you don't and when you try to figured them out you just end up more screw up then what you were before. Why does it have to be hard in finding peace with in yourself. Sometimes I think I'm more lost then the average lost person. I wish I could go to India and find a budapest type person the ones who help you find the real you deep beneath all the crap that is drowning you. I feel Im living someone else's life a fife of nothing and I know I was meant for more. I'm in there some where waitting to get out and let loose. I cam feel myself..I can hear myself..but do I know what Iam suppose to do no..I'm stuck and if I don't do something I'm going to drown in my own sadness. I'm meant to do something I'm meat to be someone.

 Reading has become a source of calmness to my life a piece of mind. There is a great satisfaction in just being able to sit and indulge in a good read. It's those couple of lines you read that just catch you off guard but hold you to that story wanting more. I love reading weather its  comedy,horror,mystery,paranormal romance or even the back of the bottle of  Herbal eSSences shampoo..ohlala. I'm not a writer or do I pretend to be one,I'm your average wife and mother who needs a good get away with in story. I do love to give my opinion on those few that catch my attention as yourself and books I have just read. I just started this blog for the fun to see where it leads to,so from time to time i might just drop by and say a few words. I'm simpling living among my books at the moment.