I watch the Tour de France and long to race it. I read in the Joseph Smith manual and think, "he's right." The quote, "You don't know me; you never knew my heart. No man knows my history." describes perfectly how I feel now. I am tired of finding solace spilling my soul to a keyboard. It's not even comforting, it's more of a last resort. The interesting thing is that I don't know who to talk to, so I talk to myself and let other people read it. I guess my blog is more of a sounding board.
I have thought about my parents latley. About how they willing gave up their dreams in order to fulfill what the Lord has asked of them. Sure, they are happy with what they have now. But I am sure a part of them still wants to ride Le Tour.
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Zach. Do you want to be my friend on the side of my blog? Good.
Ps I think you need to do the tour de france. Bad.
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