So much, but so little...

It's funny how you have so much to say, but so little time to say it.

So much to say, but so little can be said.

Why do people delete you as a friend on facebook?

When you think you are supposed to talk to someone, but you know it will be difficult what do you do?

When talking about your own life, testimony, is there a line that crosses into gossip because it involves others?

Why can you be so loved, but yet feel so alone?

How do you get out of your introverted box after being hurt?

Is caution good or is it just fear?

So much to think, so little answers.