...and I survived
Well... after some straightening some shit out, I feel a little relieved. A little lonely, but relieved. I feel a little on edge I suppose, like at any moment I might kill someone or something... but then I remember that I can choose to be angry, or I can choose to be excited about my new motivation and lack of a social life, so I actually have time to focus.
I wanted to go to Andyman's tonight... why should I have to avoid places? So WARNING: I will be going where I please from this night forth. For those of you who enjoy seeing me, watch out. I will be there. Possibly in a skirt.
Made it safely home from band camp with a GHHS Bobcats sweatshirt (my first one ever) and a pair of random flip flops some girl left in my car. And my money. And a free BGSU water bottle. SCORE!
Found this letter to my mom:
Anne,
blah blah blah I'm proud of you. Blah blah blah congrats on graduation. Blah blah blah now we are really family. I am praying for my sister - Mara. We will meet. God has his hand on her life. This message on this card is straight to you from God. It is a prophetic word.
Love,
Kristina
and this is the chick that my mom wanted me to be friends with. Who is tragic and sad.
Not too unlike me, however.
If God has his hand on my life, I would appreciate if he would stop applying pressure and put his hand on someone else. Perhaps this is the real reason I feel suffocated. Stupid God and his stupid hand. I hate this game.
Ugh... well, off to pet the cat and watch the TV and perhaps cry a little. I'm going to blame it on PMS and the fact that I have to be angry to function. Never thought anger would come in handy so often... when my brain drifts and I start to feel really fucking sad I like to remind myself of rocket launchers and turtle shells... so I don't look back. The DS is coming in handy.
Looking back would only make me reconsider.
anyone know anything good on TV at 3:10 AM?
infomercials here I come.
I wanted to go to Andyman's tonight... why should I have to avoid places? So WARNING: I will be going where I please from this night forth. For those of you who enjoy seeing me, watch out. I will be there. Possibly in a skirt.
Made it safely home from band camp with a GHHS Bobcats sweatshirt (my first one ever) and a pair of random flip flops some girl left in my car. And my money. And a free BGSU water bottle. SCORE!
Found this letter to my mom:
Anne,
blah blah blah I'm proud of you. Blah blah blah congrats on graduation. Blah blah blah now we are really family. I am praying for my sister - Mara. We will meet. God has his hand on her life. This message on this card is straight to you from God. It is a prophetic word.
Love,
Kristina
and this is the chick that my mom wanted me to be friends with. Who is tragic and sad.
Not too unlike me, however.
If God has his hand on my life, I would appreciate if he would stop applying pressure and put his hand on someone else. Perhaps this is the real reason I feel suffocated. Stupid God and his stupid hand. I hate this game.
Ugh... well, off to pet the cat and watch the TV and perhaps cry a little. I'm going to blame it on PMS and the fact that I have to be angry to function. Never thought anger would come in handy so often... when my brain drifts and I start to feel really fucking sad I like to remind myself of rocket launchers and turtle shells... so I don't look back. The DS is coming in handy.
Looking back would only make me reconsider.
anyone know anything good on TV at 3:10 AM?
infomercials here I come.