The Young Bubble

Hi bubblies, I think TYB suddenly got a bunch of new bubblies, or maybe a few  really steadfast bubblies. Anyways, I just want to be accountable for the words I am to spill onto this screen: I'll write once a month minimum; I'll create a schedule to help me sail through the net year because ts mighty packed. I'll exercise my faith diligently by working hand in hand with God; I will minimize my feelings of incompetency, jealousy, lust, revenge, and self-pity. Keep me accountable. I'll try my best to do so myself. its been weightless, see you next time. TYB

The mascot of my school has a shell. I have shells. I've met a great group of people who are wholly welcoming and seem genuinely interested in me as a person. I still have my foggy passive view on life and my shells are still weighing me down. I want to she'd them and get to know these people whom by Gods grace have come to surround me; I want to get to know everybody that surround me. I want to be genuinely interested and remember things about them and be free of heart with them but I always feel as if I am walking on egg shells. But later on when not in situ I realize that there were no egg shells, it was just my foggy view which caused me to refrain from talking. I want to shed the shells. No more tucking myself away. Yours willfully, TYB