seraphim.

I dream about Philadelphia. I dream that that's the place where things will really change. I dream that I'm meant to go there.
Who knows the reason. Maybe I just want to get away from here and go somewhere new.

I get this feeling that I really have done everything for a purpose; that everything has taken me further on the road to becoming a better person, everything has shown me how to look out for red flags, and has taught me what the difference between a good person and a bad person really is.
I think I'm meant to be exactly where I am now. I don't think I'm off track, even though I feel like it sometimes.

You don't have to believe in fate, but I do.

Seraph. This one word has really grown on me.
I remember when someone close to me explained ranks of angels to me. Maybe I just wasn't as interested then.
I am now.
Maybe too interested.