You don't know how lovely you are.
I eat ice cream off of plates.
I don't like coffee.
I do not like being mean at all.
I despise myself when I become hypocritical.
Occasionally I get too excited and talk too much and say something stupid.
I do not want to be the skinny that I used to want to be.
I do not like nail polish on my nails that is all chipped.
I deplore a lot of things, which is bad.
I do not like being the cause of a friend's unpleasantness.
I need to forget the past, but I always hang on.
I hope the day comes soon when I realize that it was all worth it.
This grief I bear is eating away at my mind like a tapeworm.
I wish you would understand.
Saturday night, I went to this Jerusalem Orchestra concert at then Branscomb Auditorium at Florida Southern College with Becky and Hannah. Well at points the music would just sound lovely and I wanted to close my eyes and listen, but I never did. I did, however, happen to glance at the elderly couple sitting in front of me. Well this little girl in the back was talking sort of loudly and people would turn around and look to see who it was and the lady in front of me turned and looked. She was annoyed, I could tell. Not in a mean way, she just wanted to enjoy the music without a distraction. Well, her husband slid his hand over her lap and reached for her hand and then they held hands. It was so sweet. The music added to the affect of loving and he began to caress her thumb with his thumb. Then, I began to feel like I was invading their moment, but I couldn't help but glance at them every so often and just listen to the music, blocking everything else out.
Sigh, old people. I wanted a picture so bad, but that image will stay in my mind always.
I find it better to fill my mind with things like that than to think about past happenings.
I don't like coffee.
I do not like being mean at all.
I despise myself when I become hypocritical.
Occasionally I get too excited and talk too much and say something stupid.
I do not want to be the skinny that I used to want to be.
I do not like nail polish on my nails that is all chipped.
I deplore a lot of things, which is bad.
I do not like being the cause of a friend's unpleasantness.
I need to forget the past, but I always hang on.
I hope the day comes soon when I realize that it was all worth it.
This grief I bear is eating away at my mind like a tapeworm.
I wish you would understand.
Saturday night, I went to this Jerusalem Orchestra concert at then Branscomb Auditorium at Florida Southern College with Becky and Hannah. Well at points the music would just sound lovely and I wanted to close my eyes and listen, but I never did. I did, however, happen to glance at the elderly couple sitting in front of me. Well this little girl in the back was talking sort of loudly and people would turn around and look to see who it was and the lady in front of me turned and looked. She was annoyed, I could tell. Not in a mean way, she just wanted to enjoy the music without a distraction. Well, her husband slid his hand over her lap and reached for her hand and then they held hands. It was so sweet. The music added to the affect of loving and he began to caress her thumb with his thumb. Then, I began to feel like I was invading their moment, but I couldn't help but glance at them every so often and just listen to the music, blocking everything else out.
Sigh, old people. I wanted a picture so bad, but that image will stay in my mind always.
I find it better to fill my mind with things like that than to think about past happenings.