...Smurf...?
Yeah, I can't think of a very good title. I have alot to say, but very few words. I am trying my hardest to put on a positive face and not complain. Because being negatitve about a situation will make it worse, as does complaining about it. Both things will also make people turn the oppisite direction of you. And, I don't want that. So, I lately I have been trusting God with all of it, and you know how if you push so hard, and so long, and you start getting discouraged? I am running out of breath, my endurance is low. I called Lindsay the other day to ask for her support in prayers. And I was able to talk about one thing that was on my mind. Heh, Lord knows how much I would love to just cuss my father out. Make him feel the way I have felt for so long. But, in all seriousness, I am going to talk to him. I am going to talk to my mother in letting me have his number. Heh, I have been waiting so damn long for him to surprise me. Well, he will be the one getting a surprise. But, other than that - I am scared to death. I haven't heard from April in weeks. I have tried calling, texting, even MySpace-ing. More stuff is going on with Sebastian again. Heather is pulling some crap out of her anus. She is saying that David should pay child support because Sebastian is at her house all the time. Heck, no. Your lazy and don't want to work. Sebastian hasn't stayed over there more than a few hours since the last incident with the gun. And to top all of that off, I am still dealing with some... emotional stuff, I just don't want to hurt anyone or make anything weird.
Oh God, help me. Help me push this, give me the courage. The heart. Faithful to you. I am committed. Maybe one of things I am committed to I should let go of.
Oh, just I can end this on a happy note. Bifton. I called Marisa at 4:30 this morning to tell her, "Bifton". I couldn't sleep, because I was trying to think of that word. And then I remembered it. And called her. Heh. I have the most awesome friends ever, I just wish I could see them more.
Oh God, help me. Help me push this, give me the courage. The heart. Faithful to you. I am committed. Maybe one of things I am committed to I should let go of.
Oh, just I can end this on a happy note. Bifton. I called Marisa at 4:30 this morning to tell her, "Bifton". I couldn't sleep, because I was trying to think of that word. And then I remembered it. And called her. Heh. I have the most awesome friends ever, I just wish I could see them more.