The Difference Between Love and Lies

Wallflower or Wildflower: whichever you prefer was my old blog. The summary of the blog chalks down to the dust of a heart seeking for something real.
Someone to show me the difference between love and lies.
No more lying down on love.

Lie: a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive; an intentional untruth; a falsehood.

Although lying fancies me not, I hold a number of secrets in my hand always. Some secrets keep my family safe, friends warm, and Brandon at bay. Will these secrets reveal themselves in time? My greatest secret? I'm not content with my life anymore. Quenching this desire of more won't be a simple feat.

Attending a junior college never appealed to me, yet I completed my first semester at one not but four days ago. My major reads Pre-English; however, taking courses of different subjects interests me. To be frank, everything interests me. Perhaps business, reality, even the fundamentals of music. Life lessons seem more intriguing than talents. English, if you will, is my muse for living. I lust languages. Rosette Stone anyone?

Greater than the lust of literature is my devout yearning to help.
All I do is pretend to crochet well and watch movies. How can I be of service with so little to give? (May I have more sir?)
Owl say, "Life is an occasion, rise to it."-- even though that's that quote from Tuesdays With Morrie.