hold me. it seems depression can sneak into walls.
I am not really depressed,I have a small ache in my heart.
Sarah's gone today.
Rachel leaves tomorrow.
It seems everyone is going off to destinations I once was going to go.
God has a reason He left me here. Still its hard to see everyone leaving and feeling so alone.
I miss my family and my puppy. I love knowing when everyone else seems to go, your dog is still your best friend. (why am i almost driven to tears over my dog?)Because, I know its not about my dog.
I have been catching up on reading all your posts, and its easy to relate to so many of them.
~Ian, I understand feeling that this hometown of mine, and yours, holds no home, only houses. I like to think that my family is my home, but its hard when you have no house to fill. I am conforted by the fact that the Jesus said, "the son of man has no place to rest his head". He realized that earth was not His home. Perhaps, that is why I know this isn't mine. I really wish I could have known you better, perhaps this is the chance.
~Hannah, perhaps this isn't quite as deep, but I also get quite sad when my sherbert turns to a sticky puddle in the bottom of my bowl. I am going to miss Sarah. I feel we had a connection. I am glad we are friends.
This is all I can remember about my contemplations.
Also, I spent all morning giving rebirth to my myspace. I deleted all but 28 friends, and changed pretty much everything, but my pictures. I am h appy about this change. I may keep it up and running for a while. oh, and I deleted all but my favorite blogs, and I would really like your feedback on them.
Until our next encounter,
love by lightshows....
Sarah's gone today.
Rachel leaves tomorrow.
It seems everyone is going off to destinations I once was going to go.
God has a reason He left me here. Still its hard to see everyone leaving and feeling so alone.
I miss my family and my puppy. I love knowing when everyone else seems to go, your dog is still your best friend. (why am i almost driven to tears over my dog?)Because, I know its not about my dog.
I have been catching up on reading all your posts, and its easy to relate to so many of them.
~Ian, I understand feeling that this hometown of mine, and yours, holds no home, only houses. I like to think that my family is my home, but its hard when you have no house to fill. I am conforted by the fact that the Jesus said, "the son of man has no place to rest his head". He realized that earth was not His home. Perhaps, that is why I know this isn't mine. I really wish I could have known you better, perhaps this is the chance.
~Hannah, perhaps this isn't quite as deep, but I also get quite sad when my sherbert turns to a sticky puddle in the bottom of my bowl. I am going to miss Sarah. I feel we had a connection. I am glad we are friends.
This is all I can remember about my contemplations.
Also, I spent all morning giving rebirth to my myspace. I deleted all but 28 friends, and changed pretty much everything, but my pictures. I am h appy about this change. I may keep it up and running for a while. oh, and I deleted all but my favorite blogs, and I would really like your feedback on them.
Until our next encounter,
love by lightshows....