Once again
I have nowhere to live next year.
It makes me sad
It makes me fearful
It makes me not want to try anymore.
Why can’t things just work out for once?
He seriously is the best.
I have nowhere to live next year.
It makes me sad
It makes me fearful
It makes me not want to try anymore.
Why can’t things just work out for once?
There really is a God who loves me no matter what I’ve done or what I will do? He’s just waiting for me to stop running and turn around?
That’s pretty awesome.
There’s so much going on this head of mine, yet I have no idea how to articulate it in any way. I couldn’t tell you how I feel, I can’t pinpoint any emotions. I think a lot, and I feel a lot. But when it comes to saying them aloud, nothing comes out.
I hit my one year. ONE WHOLE FREAKING YEAR. And every time I went to write about it, to mark the occasion, I just blanked.
Maybe I got too good at trying to feel nothing, and be nothing. And now it seems impossible to be any different.
Dear Jesus,
Please help me. I need you.
The nights that make you feel alive again, that make you more joyful than you’ve ever been.
Last night was one of those nights, and I still can’t get over it.
-Riding on the back of a motorcycle+Red Robin+Batting Cages+Cosmic Bowling+Getting kicked out of places+The Park
All with the coolest person I know. I am so thankful for this little bit of joy that I can hold onto now.