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my entire life is changing. I am only about two and a half monthes out untill I'll be finished with highschool. The last two monthes have been really hard. Me and brisa broke up and it took untill now for me to kind of be at peace with the fact that it's the right thing to do because we weren't on the same level spiritually, and in the places we are at in life. That's not to put either one of us down, it's just that I have had much more time with my relationship with God, and she has had a lot more time and opportunity to grow in where she is at with the progression of her life. (college and stuff.) It's just a difficult/ kind of scary thing to go through. Where I'm at everything is changing. I can't say I like all of it too much, but it all has to happen... right?
I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I am told by some that it's important to start figuring this stuff out right now, but plenty more other people would tell me that I have plenty of time to start figuring out where I want to go and what I want to do. The thing is, I feel like I don't even know my likes and dislikes well enough, let alone what my passions are to follow them into a career.
I take it back. I know what some of my likes are. I love God. I love to help people. I love the written word/spoken. I love music. I guess it would be more accuratly put to say that I don't have enough faith in myself to know wheather or not to follow any of those things. Or if I did, all of those are rather broad. I know that God has a plan for my life. I know that whatever I end up doing I will be in some form of minestry. Showing people God through whatever it is that I do.
I want more peace. I have been letting my life get too hectic. I need to change my availability at work so that I can have at least one day off on the weekends. I am running myself ragged again, and this time I am haveing a really hard time keeping up with it.
Last friday, my friend ryan took me home from work. It was really late at night because it took us a long time to get the store closed down completely. After he dropped me off, with my suggestion, he took 50th. Right after he turned out of my complex, three mexican guys in a car started messing with him. Calling him names, making gestures and faces, and swerving at his car. The reason? Who knows? Because he's a black kid in a nice car in coachella at night? Because they were drunk? So he is left with two options. He could either stop his car and try to fend off three guys with the bat he has in his back seat, or two just try to get away. He decided to just try to get away. So he goes onto the bridge on 50th before Harrison and my guess would be that he was going pretty fast trying to get away from the guys who are trying to screw with him. In case you didn't know, after the bridge there is a big dip. The Mexican guys knew that so they slowed down in time and made a right turn and drove off. Ryan didn't know that. He hit the dip going the same speed and lost control of his car. He ended up wrapping his car around a telephone pole. He went to the hospital for a couple of days and had a concussion. He is out now with just some cuts and bruises to the best of my knowledge. It's so scary and terrible. I wasn't told this tell yesterday. The guy dropped me off at home, then drove down the street and almost dies in a car accedent and I wasn't told tell four days later.
I lost my glasses the other day. I found them in my locker, and they have a nice scratch in them. I have no idea why I put them on top of a book in there in the first place, but I know I didn't mean to leave them in there.
i want to go into a coma for like a month or so. it sounds restful.
there is too much on my mind. It sucks too that I have to get used to not having the same kind of support around me as before while in the middle of all of this.
pray for me.
my mind is going to kill me before too long.
-jeffrey.
I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I am told by some that it's important to start figuring this stuff out right now, but plenty more other people would tell me that I have plenty of time to start figuring out where I want to go and what I want to do. The thing is, I feel like I don't even know my likes and dislikes well enough, let alone what my passions are to follow them into a career.
I take it back. I know what some of my likes are. I love God. I love to help people. I love the written word/spoken. I love music. I guess it would be more accuratly put to say that I don't have enough faith in myself to know wheather or not to follow any of those things. Or if I did, all of those are rather broad. I know that God has a plan for my life. I know that whatever I end up doing I will be in some form of minestry. Showing people God through whatever it is that I do.
I want more peace. I have been letting my life get too hectic. I need to change my availability at work so that I can have at least one day off on the weekends. I am running myself ragged again, and this time I am haveing a really hard time keeping up with it.
Last friday, my friend ryan took me home from work. It was really late at night because it took us a long time to get the store closed down completely. After he dropped me off, with my suggestion, he took 50th. Right after he turned out of my complex, three mexican guys in a car started messing with him. Calling him names, making gestures and faces, and swerving at his car. The reason? Who knows? Because he's a black kid in a nice car in coachella at night? Because they were drunk? So he is left with two options. He could either stop his car and try to fend off three guys with the bat he has in his back seat, or two just try to get away. He decided to just try to get away. So he goes onto the bridge on 50th before Harrison and my guess would be that he was going pretty fast trying to get away from the guys who are trying to screw with him. In case you didn't know, after the bridge there is a big dip. The Mexican guys knew that so they slowed down in time and made a right turn and drove off. Ryan didn't know that. He hit the dip going the same speed and lost control of his car. He ended up wrapping his car around a telephone pole. He went to the hospital for a couple of days and had a concussion. He is out now with just some cuts and bruises to the best of my knowledge. It's so scary and terrible. I wasn't told this tell yesterday. The guy dropped me off at home, then drove down the street and almost dies in a car accedent and I wasn't told tell four days later.
I lost my glasses the other day. I found them in my locker, and they have a nice scratch in them. I have no idea why I put them on top of a book in there in the first place, but I know I didn't mean to leave them in there.
i want to go into a coma for like a month or so. it sounds restful.
there is too much on my mind. It sucks too that I have to get used to not having the same kind of support around me as before while in the middle of all of this.
pray for me.
my mind is going to kill me before too long.
-jeffrey.