Oh shut up.
I kind of hate the fact that there are “Christian” blogs; if you are a Christian, do you need to label yourself a “Christian” blog? I would think as a natural part of who you are it would just become evident that you believe in Christ because the type of person you are, not because you have a “Christian” blog.
Most of the time when I look on Facebook I am overcome with desire to shoot everyone
Two of my posts now have over 200 notes each Hmm
theunendingjourney: glassheart-hymn: Lord, it is my prayer that I don’t become one of those obnoxious facebook couples one day Yes I am seriously reblogging this on my private blog just to save it for future postings at appropriate times.
secretsmakefriends: it bugs me SO BADLY that you can’t see tags on the mobile version of a persons blog Oh my freaking gosh yes. SO ANNOYING.
theuntoldideas: I just realized that 22 of my 29 followers on my other blog are girls, mostly between the ages of 12 and 19. I don’t know if this is a good thing or not… Going through old blog posts and saw this…I have 65 followers now. Still mostly girls though.
Somebody from real life just found my tumblr…someone that I didn’t tell about it. Ugh & frick…
The perpetual third...
It may be time to move on.
It's all. Happened. Before.
And it will all happen again. *sigh* I just want to go to heaven… Or the mountains. Basically somewhere with God, and without a lot of people.
Camping would be gooood. REAL camping. REAL.
Just. Don't. Be. Boring.
They see one picture of you and another girl and in 2 seconds 5 of them are telling people you have a gf.
I need to write...I'm feeling very overdue.
But I don’t know what to write about…somebody give me some ideas please. Oh, and it’s fictional. Historical fiction, sci fi, fantasy, real life, whatev.
Okay…done being like that…mostly. Now I’m just sad. This is not good. Extreme emotions cloud judgement and create baggage that causes permanent damage to clear thinking.
If you know me, you know that I rarely get really angry. The combination of (not) playing soccer today, being under stress recently, and something else VERY important to me, plus being around a ton of foul-mouthed teenagers has made me ready to start—sorry. I just need to stop. I can’t even type without thinking in expletives. I am so close to giving up all pretense of civility.
Life sucks. And I'm just done caring.
If I’m not careful I’m going to do something I regret. I don’t want to be careful. Frick this crap.
Sometimes I think people want me to open up to them, to tell them dark secrets, hidden desires. They want me to be vulnerable so that they can trust me. Should I? I don’t know. I don’t feel a need to. I don’t feel like there are things that are weighing on me to tell someone. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t accept that from others, and willingly. I don’t have...
I know some people that would be horrified by this...
Instead of taking a shower, which I should do, I’m just going to bed, which is what I want to do.
And I can sigh in a content way.
Today has gone alright.
I need to get away...from people.
Peoplepeoplepeople. Filling my life with problems.
secretsmakefriends: Failed relationships leave behind a trail of so much crap that you have to deal with even though you’re broken up. Months later: “Oh your ex wants to be friends, your ex needs closure, your ex needs this and that”; I don’t care about them anymore. I don’t want to have to befriend them again or discuss in length what we used to have. Move on with your life. Just another...
Sometimes things are so boring...so it's always...
No one understands life. I certainly don’t. Because of this, people wall themselves off, unconsciously sometimes, certainly, but never the less they block themselves from the unknown, because they fear it. The unknown is unstable. So instead of accepting the instability of life, they ignore it, and live in an illusion of safety. How boring! The question is, why do they do it? It is...
My journals could be fascinating.
Something I wrote...
I’m From, I Am, I Will Become I am from a family rich in love, imagination, fun, From rich smells of espresso and hot milk on cloudy grey days; From nights that stretch into mornings, still enjoying the company of good friends. I am from early Saturdays–quietly getting ready for soccer games that will leave me breathless and satisfied, or breathless and sad. I am from long hours spent with good...
I just realized that 22 of my 29 followers on my other blog are girls, mostly between the ages of 12 and 19. I don’t know if this is a good thing or not…
Sometimes I just have this feeling that I was meant for more than this. Am I being stupid?
I have a very…unorthodox idea.
That feeling when everyone agrees upon something, everyone feels a certain way, except you. You search yourself, but you don’t even have any of those feelings in you. It’s so foreign that the gap between you and society, and you and society’s misfits, is frightening. Not that you would ever want to cross that gap, but its still there. You are so utterly different. So strange...
Okay. Another thought I just had. So I know the big fanaticism currently is The Hunger Games. Which I don’t mind, really. I think the story is good, Jennifer Lawrence is…nice. And I like what they’ve portrayed as “good”. Toughness, loyalty, devotion, intelligence. Not the crap that is promoted everywhere else. ANYHOW. I just wonder if people-girls specifically-...
Would it be weird if I posted a story I wrote on here? Probably, huh? Oh well. I’m going to do it anyway.
It doesn't bother me but...
secretsmakefriends: theuntoldideas: I don’t fit in with the world. And I don’t fit in with the people that don’t fit in. It’s a bit strange. ^^this. Every day that I go to school, I always look for a person who is ‘normal’ looking or is like me. I never find one and it’s weird.. Then I realized I’m not the norm but I still feel like I am or at least should be. Really? I thought that...
It doesn't bother me but...
I don’t fit in with the world. And I don’t fit in with the people that don’t fit in. It’s a bit strange.
Literally no one understands me.
Not even me.
Who am I? I really don’t know. This is annoying.
That person that...
just can’t be okay with the fact that your opinion isn’t theirs. …why can’t I have my own opinions? do they have to be right all the time? Well they aren’t.
I see the success of others. In one certain aspect of life. And I want it. I’m not envious of them having it, really. I just want to experience it for myself. But God’s in control. I trust him.
Where to now.
Who am I? Who do I want to be? I feel like I’m at a crossroads, with a myriad of different paths, some more travelled, some less taken. But all there none the less. What should I choose? Do I have to choose at all? By not choosing, am I unconsciously making my choice anyway? I don’t know…but I’m not stressing too much. I know that I only need to trust God in whatever...
I have discovered an interesting character trait that I possess which I find singularly fascinating. I have noticed that I hate falseness in a person. Unless it is done with skill and style, it seems to be so easy for me to feel that someone is putting up a front. The only time I don’t mind it is when they put up a false front that is intriguing. Then there is something to be speculated...
This is beautiful.
Listening to Journey.
It’s both beautiful and painful at once. It’s beautiful because it holds so many memories. It’s painful because it holds so many memories.
I think I need a new theme...
Oh, and another thing that many people don’t know about me, is that I very much like haunting Celtic music. I can feel so much fantasy in it. It makes me remember the bigger things in life. They remind me of things like heroism, valor, love, fear, triumph, glory and beauty. These are the things that I want to dwell on and fill myself with.
Getting into a clean, well made bed with the blankets pulled back just so, at a good hour so you have plenty of reading time, is one of the greatest pleasures of my life. Ahhh. Thank you, God.