One rough week....

Feb 16, 2007 08:45

This week has been full of unwelcomed events. First my mom calls me crying sayin they finally put the new charges on my brother... he's been indited, has to go infront of the Grand Jury and looking at possibly 30 years. OMG... i couldn't deal w/ that. Life is too precious.. and too fun to sit in a tiny cell for years, being told when to eat, when to shower, when to sleep. I'd go freakin nuts. He'll never get to take his child fishing or watch him play football. I couldn't inmagine. Anyways, then my nephew decides he's going back to alaska... His mom obviously filled his head w/ a bunch of bullshit.. like usual. She's always had to bribe him to go w/ her. He's so happy when he's with us. Why does she have to make him miserable just because she is. errrr. So the little guy has enough on his mind right now trying to decide if he really wants to go or not. He misses his mom, but doesn't wanna go back up there. He HATEs his stepdad cuz him and christina are always fighting. He's scared if he goes back he won't be able to come back here. I feel bad for him. I dunno.. the decision is his. Then, Nikki had Caleb this week. There was hope, but her little angel had to go home. He didn't even make it one night. I feel for her. I don't know how to ease her pain... I just know it's gotta be devestating, but i'm glad she got to look down into the big beautiful eyes and tell him she loves him. Anyways, hopefully next week will be better....

Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There’s always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I’ll find some peace tonight

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don’t make no difference
Escaping one last time
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there
You’re in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
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