| What to do? i don't even know... i have no idea what life is calling me... Singer? Singer/actor? Psychologist/therapist? Working with autistic children? Writer? I just don't know... there are all of these options that i feel like i want and could do but i don't know what to give up and just do... i love all of these... and i have so many different people telling me to do each but i just don't know what i am SUPPOSED to do yet... i hope i find out soon. |
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| Tragedy... pray for Lor and Logan Ruhs and all of us... i am going to make an effort now to say i love everyone i do to them...
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| the only time math is necessary... here we go........
funny + retarded = Kristin falling on Lindsey's bed face first and then goose laughing....
amazing + senior signature wall = Jesse putting "Jesse + Rachael = 4eva" and me putting "Rachael would like to say 'Death' :)... that is all... farewell... <3 Rachael"
fin...........
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| It sounds strange and dramatic (that was my warning), but a lot of the time, i don't feel alive. i don't know how to explain it. i think that i just realize more than most that i AM breathing. and it's not like i have all these epiphanies where i am just amazed at the thought of everything in life but i really just realize that i am a person. i used to have those ephiphanies though. where rain was beautiful and grass was beautiful and even the tiniest ant seemed profound to me. some may say my head was always in the clouds but that is when i noticed all these things as wonderful creations of God. THAT is why they were important to me. now i don't even notice. i think i wonder, too much to be healthy, what it would be like to be someone else. what that person sees physically even. i wonder if they see the blue sky as duller or brighter than me. and no, i don't mean that in an emo, poetic form. but really in a physical sight form. of course i DO wonder if that person has their problems they don't share or if that person shares problems falsely. this world is too secretive. i hate secrets. i don't mean that in a hypocritical way but i hate how we have so many reasons for secrets: me included. for me, secrets only cause harm. they cause more worse secrets and reasons to bottle things up. |
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| :::screams!::: i am suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper excited about Flyleaf tomorrow... why you ask? because i get to see them perform... :::screams again:::.... so i believe that i have a disorder where i have to scream FlyLeaf every couple minutes or i LITERALLY explode!......................................... yeah... so Skillet is also gonna be excitement to the 20th power. but yeah so i just wanna give a shout out to all the cool peoples that are here with me at Miss Debbie's house: Lor (the one who doesn't know much but does know a lot about mosquitos), and everyone else here, and Zach and his cool scream, and Bosly and his ugly hat, and Charles the mexican (need i say more?)... and everyone else! must go! |
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