Dang...I hate this
Okay...I have something good to write and something bad to write...which one first? Um...the bad so the good will seem better and will cheer me/you up.
Everything is so depressing. I am not really depressed, I am upset about my grandpa but not depressed. I am just...worried about my friends. It seems that EVERYONE ELSE is depressed. Bekah...is scaring me. Kristy worries me...one of her journals...about the red eyes and being in the shadows...I know how that is. I did that all last year...and I know the consequences. I worry for her...I guess like a good minion. Being in the dark isn't all it is cut out to be. It truely isn't...it is just plain horrible. Morgan...he worries me as well. I'm not going to get into what I could say about that...that might be dangerous. Patrick...I just don't understand. But I worry for him as well. So yeah...I am worried about my friends...because they remind me of myself. Morgan and Kristy remind me of myself last year. Maybe that is drastic. Maybe I am stupid for saying that? Maybe I should stop worrying? But how could I? I wouldn't be a friend if I stopped worrying now would I? *sigh* I don't like this.
Sometimes I just want to run and hide in a little hole until everyone is happy again. But that would be wrong. I have to be there for my friends...if they would ever let me. That will be the day...when Katie's friends actually tell her about their problems. When they actually want her to help. HAH! YEAH RIGHT! *sighs again*
Ok, now for the good stuff. I had an epiphany (sp?). I get it. Everything about God that I had problems with this year...I get it. God sent me a sign. God helped me. I know he is out there now. Well, I always knew he existed but I didn't trust he would ever help me. He always seemed like this guy you could never see and never hear from that you just had to believe was there. But I can hear and see God! And it is wonderful. I wanted proof that he cared and I got it! GOD SPOKE TO ME AND GAVE ME A SIGN! I feel so wonderful now...which contradicts what I said above. Okay, I feel wonderful when I think of God...and worried when I think about my friends...I must pray for everyone tonight. Pray more than usual at least...because i pray for everyone every night. *sigh* I think I am rambling now so I will shut up.
Until later.
Forgotten Poet
Everything is so depressing. I am not really depressed, I am upset about my grandpa but not depressed. I am just...worried about my friends. It seems that EVERYONE ELSE is depressed. Bekah...is scaring me. Kristy worries me...one of her journals...about the red eyes and being in the shadows...I know how that is. I did that all last year...and I know the consequences. I worry for her...I guess like a good minion. Being in the dark isn't all it is cut out to be. It truely isn't...it is just plain horrible. Morgan...he worries me as well. I'm not going to get into what I could say about that...that might be dangerous. Patrick...I just don't understand. But I worry for him as well. So yeah...I am worried about my friends...because they remind me of myself. Morgan and Kristy remind me of myself last year. Maybe that is drastic. Maybe I am stupid for saying that? Maybe I should stop worrying? But how could I? I wouldn't be a friend if I stopped worrying now would I? *sigh* I don't like this.
Sometimes I just want to run and hide in a little hole until everyone is happy again. But that would be wrong. I have to be there for my friends...if they would ever let me. That will be the day...when Katie's friends actually tell her about their problems. When they actually want her to help. HAH! YEAH RIGHT! *sighs again*
Ok, now for the good stuff. I had an epiphany (sp?). I get it. Everything about God that I had problems with this year...I get it. God sent me a sign. God helped me. I know he is out there now. Well, I always knew he existed but I didn't trust he would ever help me. He always seemed like this guy you could never see and never hear from that you just had to believe was there. But I can hear and see God! And it is wonderful. I wanted proof that he cared and I got it! GOD SPOKE TO ME AND GAVE ME A SIGN! I feel so wonderful now...which contradicts what I said above. Okay, I feel wonderful when I think of God...and worried when I think about my friends...I must pray for everyone tonight. Pray more than usual at least...because i pray for everyone every night. *sigh* I think I am rambling now so I will shut up.
Until later.
Forgotten Poet