strawberryaid
Tomorrow I leave for Cape Cod. I am definitely not too excited about this. We're not even going to go to P-town! How upsetting! I am going to yell at whoever planned this trip for being so lame at organizing it the right way. Come on... P-town's a learning expeirence!... Music, people (uh...), morals, politics... Think about it. It makes you think, doesn't it?.... Either that or I am just being dumb.
I went shopping today. Joy. I think my two favourite things I bought are a candle (vanila spice) that smells like Chai ;) and a pair of yellow boxers with boxing gloves on them. As you can tell out of past knowledge of my buying experiences, I enjoy the men's section more than the women's section. Please, don't expect anything from that except for the fact that they have more comfortable clothing. Heh.
My father made me cry again today. I'm starting to become afraid of him. What do I do? I'm asking all of you for your prayers to be with my father. He's acting up about small things in big ways... and he's getting worse. I'm afraid of just how far he'll let himself go. I'm afraid of what might happen the next time he gets mad at me, muchless a telephone call or a stupid little mistake. Call me if you want to talk about it. You most likely know the numbers to dial.... I don't know.... Maybe it's me. Maybe I'M the one over-reacting. I wouldn't be surprised. It seems that I am quite an emotional person and a sensitive person and a shy person all combined into one. I hate that. Hopefully it's me and not my father. I don't know. You tell me....or maybe ~*YOU*~ tell me. At least I''m not losing faith in You, Jesus.
I was all excited about seeing Claire today. It's too bad. .... Man, this candle smells good.... And I wonder when Alyssa is going to call me. I miss her really bad. .... And I hate when people talk about me behind my back. I can name four, maybe five, people who do all the time. Obviously I bring it upon myself because their topic is about ME and not something else. Ah well. I guess I just need a boost, Dad.
Why walk alone?