Day Eighty-Six::October Thirty-First, Two Thousand and Nine.

I found this and just had to put it up as today's post.
Because I'm amazed how God has answered this prayer.
[I WROTE THIS THREE YEARS AGO. when i literally didn't have any one i could trust.]

one day I will be standing against the wall,
and not feel alone.
because they will come.
and he will grab my hand,
and she'll grab my arm.
and she'll say
"ready?"
and we'll run off.
and be the best of friends.
we will ACTUALLY have conversations.
they'll start with
serious topics.
and end with us
rolling on the floor.
he will be my favorite.
she will be my best friend.
and before we leave each other's presence
we will KNOW that God was glorified in what we said and did.

And we will act like idiots.
and not care.
and we will make fools of ourselves.
and not care.
and we will cry.
and not care.

he will be my favorite.
she will be my best friend.

and we will fight.
and we will get angry.
but it's not friendship
unless you go through the crap.

but we will make it through.
he will be my favorite.
she will be my best friend.

and we will glorify God.



now, that's horrible writing. but i think it's amazing that after eight years of praying for exactly this, i've found it.

Day Eighty-Five::October Thirtieth, Two Thousand and Nine.

It's halloween tiiiiiime.
This is my sister's pumpkin. I'm painting mine.
Interesting day.

Can i just say something about words?
Be careful with them.

Day Eighty-Four::October Twenty-Ninth, Two Thousand and Nine.

my hair is so easy when it's wet.

Day Eighty-Three::October Twenty-Ninth, Two Thousand and Nine.

I play with macro when I'm bored and lonelyyyyy
Oh so lonelyyyyy.
I got nobodyyyyyyy
To call my owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn.

Day Eighty-Two::October Twenty-Seventh, Two Thousand and Nine.

this is entirely unfinished and sort of really ugly, but it's how i'm feeling today. it's been the worst day i've had in a really long time.
clark, you were right. sometimes just talking is helpful. i've missed talking to you.
and sam? you always help. cuz you're you. perkiness and all.

Day Eighty-One::October Twenty-Sixth, Two Thousand and Nine.

Please? I really really don't like it that you're so sick. If I could I would visit you. Stupid driving slash being so far away :c I love you bstfrnd.

Day Eighty::October Twenty-Fifth, Two Thousand and Nine.

Uhh. I wore a dress today.