| i've decided my not-so-interesting xanga page could do with an update...simply to say that craigslist is not as great as so many people say it is. actually it sucks |
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| the way i feel is always way to obvious...i wish that i was someone who could act like everything was great and peachy inside even if it wasn't...and sometimes i wish i wasn't so revealing about how happy i am. that's not deceptive...i just don't want for everyone in the world to always know that something is bothering me when i am having a hard time. blah |
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| when you die, your journal becomes this powerful thing in a way that nothing else can be. quotations or excerpts from your journal can show people, even those closest to you, what you really were like and what many people probably didn't know. the only thing is....if i die sometime in the next few weeks before i am able to finish using the journal i have now and start a new one...someone will come after me, read me journal, see what a wretch i am....and decide they really don't like me that much after all. but then again, why should i be concerned with that? why should i be so concerned with whether or not someone or anyone likes me....anyways, the point is, hopefully within a short while i will have filled my current book and will be able to start a new one, that i can make more of an effort to fill my time writing and fill more of my thoughts with and days seem to come over on the other side of my new job and ask me why i cannot take more of this work to bring myself to a point thati whisper sweet news of greatness combined with the bumblings of an old worn out mind taking away my youth and passion and filling me with waste and want...... |
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need i say more? |
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| it's so crazy how i will be struggling with something and praying about it and then when i open the Word, God totally directs me to a passage that deals perfectly with the thing i was praying about. it's like God is sovereign or something |
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