Journal

I feel like I sang... only for the sake of singing and not for Him

Just... how many people am I supposed to pray for, Lord?

I bear wounds that seem to never heal, a constant pain that surrounds all my reality.

I am lost in loneliness. At times, I feel that no one really understands me. The truth is, I don't understand myself. I listen, listen to my silence and try to find God there.

I think I'm the most attractive girl in the room 9 times out of 10.

I take a tumbler out of the kitchen cupboard and then move to the fridge freezer, glass still in hand.

...Don't worry, I told her, I'm going to get rid of him...

More boring notes.

Blue. Deep-sea oceans
I love to swim in here,
In your deep blue wonders
Where Only I Loiter for years.

Tan. Soft like beach sand
And warm, A hot sun
That just can't cool down

A poem for my English project

February 2005

bitching and moaning

I decided to start a journal/diary where i can be protected by anonymity. They are truthful confessions and they come from the heart. It's not meant to be art but it's meant to be true.

After a second of being in darkness, here's what I uncovered :)

Just boring notes - move on.

The conflicting priorities of modern life.

Back from my little break, lots to catch up on, backtracking ... Is that a smile or frown you're wearing??? Hmmm???

(Nice as a short story, right?)

I wish I were beautiful
So I’d know what to do
For in this world of fame and glitter
Only the beautiful come through

I would finally find my place

I stared at the paper before me, glared at problem one and my mind is stuck at the twilight zone. I clutched my hand, ready to write but nothing came out.