I wonder what happened to the girl who wrote everyday. Who had stacks of journals next to her bed. Who had so much to write that journals couldn’t stay empty. The girl who went through books like they were water. What happened?
I feel so mad. I feel so angry. I feel so callous. So lost, confused, again.
my savior loves, my savior lives, my savior’s always there for me. my god he was, my god he is, my god is always gonna be.
it needs to be spring. because once it’s spring, summer is right around the corner. the sunshine today makes me hopeful, despite the weather forecast. i want to be in dresses and to let my hair dry in the sunshine and have windows down and walk barefoot. please spring, just give me what I want.
Four of the past six days I have felt like complete crap. I hate getting sick like this and not being able to function. Hopefully my medicine kicks in soon so that I can get out of bed.
I can feel it in my brain…like a brain freeze or a head rush. It’s an indication that it’s working. I just want to be better. I wish I didn’t have to deal with this but I try my best to get through.
It could be worse, so much worse.
