JOURNALS OF JO

I never lost a fight. But that didn't make me strong. That terrified me. Because I never wanted to fight.

What does it look like? Loneliness? Six billion people on this planet and there is such a thing as loneliness. In one country the...

I will stand accountable for my actions and if they have consequences that I think are too hard for me to bear I will not drag down innocent

When I rise in the morning, no. Just before I open my eyes, my skin is placid.... You are ins the presence of greatness.

THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS… Once upon a time when I was naïve I believed in fairytales. I believed there were monsters under my bed....

After waiting up for hours and hours until the sun came up over the horizon of the tall buildings in this dark city where we live and where

I've spent my entire life trying to be better than where I came from. Where I'm from, the girls there, don't usually make it out of the...

But that very moment when you accept for a certainty that the loss, that it's real and permanent, your life changes. Sometimes it’s subt

It’s all he cares about when he rises from his nights slumber. After he’s devoured all that there is from his kill. The remains lying close

When the time came and I did get solitude and quiet, I was filled with fear and anxiety and I couldn’t wait to be in that crowd of people ca