It's funny how the world would be so empty without music. I can look back and never think of a time when I haven't needed it. It's like, right up there with food, water, oxygen, and cheesy Harry Potter books. He who sings scares away his woes. A cookie to anyone who knows for me who said that quote and is correct.

I can listen to any song and it takes me back to another time. They take me back to times when I struggled, to when I was on top of the world, to the days where I cried myself to sleep every single night at three in the morning. There are songs that lifted me to another world for all of three minutes. There are songs that could make me cry all over again, or get up and dance.

An African proverb - "When music changes, so does the dance." What if all I had to do was just listen to a hopeful song instead of one dripping in pain? What if, what if.

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Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]

Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)