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I am a christian. My faith seemed to disappear and it is coming back. I know things happen for a reason. I have parents who are hearing impaired and I have a LOT of siblings. I love frogs. My friends say that I'm blond or have blond roots. Its just because I don't get everthing they say or I just space out. LOL. I'm not going to lie about my blond roots just kidding. I'm a brunette. oh and I'm a loud person and I don't know why but sometimes I laugh for no reason must be part of the blond thing. I can be the brattiest person and meanest or I can be the nicest most polite person. it depends on my mood. one rule that should be my own luttle law don't bother me when i am angry not even to ask for a simple pencil unless you're one of my closest friends, or if you're a mentor.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

NOTHING IS RIGHT NOR WILL EVER BE!

Nothing seems right. This is not me. Who am I? I am confused. I feel so lost like all alone. I am not though I have all my friends here with me. I don't remember who I though I was. All I remember is being strong with my head held high. Now look at me my head looking at the floor. I am weak. It is like there is nothing else here. The world is so big but will I ever find the right place? No I don't think I will. Well what do I do? I know I got to keep everything together but I can't it is to much.
My friend is right I always focus on the hurt. She wrote a poem just for me. It is talking about me. I can't understand the person I am to be. How all I want to do is focus on the hurt and cry. God gave me wings so I could fly. How I feel like dirt. How one day the clouds will open up. Then the light of the sun will fill my cup. Those are acuall parts of this poem. here it is:

Why can't she see the girl she is meant to be?
God gave heer wings so she can fly but all she wants to do is cry
and
focus on the what hurts. She feels like dirt.
But one day the clouds will open up and the light of the sun will truly fill her cup.

Doesn't that melt your heart? It is all true all of it. This poem is so true and pure. She made this all for me.