the day of judgement...

So tomorrow is my first day of retakes and I feel so sick inside.

I actually really want to cry.

I've worked and worked but there's an overwhelming amount of things they could ask me questions about and I don't know everything there is to know on these subjects...

We went to the Hirsts' house tonight, and it was so lovely to see them all. Jon, Dad and Karl gave me a blessing for my exams tomorrow and it was really fantastic to feel the spirit and power that comes through the priesthood of God. I'm glad there are men in my life that hold that power to act in God's name.

Learning to Breathe

Well, I'm still here.

I'm still living and breathing

and talking and walking

and interacting and planning...

and to all the world I'm keeping up the appearance

of a girl who is coping.

And I am coping.

To some extent.

I'm kind of lonely at the moment. I haven't seen my High School friends in absolutely ages, and with Ben and Alex on missions (and my brother soon to go) and Monique in HK at the moment it seems hard to interact with the people I'd usually want to talk to. Hannah's getting married next Saturday and I won't be there, which is "meh"... doesn't matter, I'm sure I will see her soon afterwards at least.