Dream.

"A dream is a wish your heart makes,
When you're fast asleep.
In dreams you lose your heartaches;
Whatever you wish for, you keep.
Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling through.
No matter how your heart is grieving,
If you keep on believing,
The dream that you wish will come true."


According to this song, my heart has been making many wishes lately.
I've got the faith, but my heart is grieving.
Because...
I'm not sure my wish will come true.

:)

I'm not wearing any makeup.

I'm wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.

I've been sick all weekend.



And I feel beautiful.

-----

One look,

And I choke.



One word,

And I can't breathe.



If something doesn't happen soon,

This might just kill me.

I think it's time we live like we were dying.

Today at Synergy, (my church's HS Sunday school), we listened to the song "Live Like You Were Dying" by Tim McGraw and read a lesson. The verse he read says to wake up from the darkness, that is, to wake up from your ignorance and embrace your faith. It also talked about time and time constraints.

When God created the world, there was no sense of time except for night and day. They didn't have schedules to keep or homework that was due the next day. We have become slaves to time. I constantly fret about how I'm not going to get a large homework assignment done in the amount of time allotted or if I'm going to be late to class.

Life is too short, shorter for some than others, to worry about whether or not we'll have time to do the things we've always wanted to do.

Life is too short to worry about not reaching your dreams and goals.

Life is too short to procrastinate.

Carpe Diem! Seize the Day!

Life is too short to not take risks.
Life is too short to have regrets.
Life is too short to hold grudges.
Life is too short to be plagued by worry.
Life is too short to not love.

You don't know if today is your last day.

You don't know if you have a month to live.

You don't know if you have fifty years to live.

What would you do if a doctor told you that you had six months to live? Would you spend half of it in a deep depression? Or would you embrace that time you have left and finish the unfinished, love the unloved, do the undo-able? Would you disregard money and travel to where you've always wanted to go? Would you explore places you never thought you'd go? Would time even matter?

Would you forgive those who have wronged you? And would you ask for forgiveness from those you have wronged? Would you "...love deeper..." and "...talk sweeter..."? Would you "...become a friend a friend would like to have"? Would you finally tell him or her you love them?

Or would you spend those six months filled with sadness, regretting the fact you never did those things?



When it's all said and done, will you have died like you were living?

Here we go again!!! :D

Me: know what?
Sarah C.: Hm?
Me: haha
Me: i really wanna go and just give ----- a big hug
Me: because it seems like he needs one.
Me: :p
Sarah C.: :D. lol
Me: :x shutting up
Sarah C.: That's cute.
Sarah C.: You knowww it is
Me: roflrofl
Me: shat. im giggling again.
Sarah C.: Hahaha
Me: you know what that means?
Sarah C.: Yes, ma'am.
Sarah C.: :D.

<3

Happy Valentine's Day.

G'morning.

I'm enjoying this whole "waking up in a good mood" thing.




It's nice to not wake up and feel hopelessly depressed or angry for no reason.

Oh, snap.

Wow.


I would say something like, "My heart sure changes its mind fast!"


But it's probably just my brain.


Oh well.



:-]

Disappointed?

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Raindrops on Roses

Ladies and gentlemen of the judgemental jury,
Please won't you take your hateful eyes off me?
I can't stand your gazes or burning stares,
Condescending glances and hateful glares.

As strong as I seem I have that Achille's heel,
That plagues my soul and makes me reel.
I'm sick of this feeling of hopelessness
And I'm sick of being weighed down by all of this stress.

The smiles and laughs are about as fake as I get,
But I know that my fate in stone is not set.
I want to break free, but I'm afraid of change.
So I'll stay in this phase feeling akward and strange.

I appreciate your gestures, smiles, and care,
And shunning my friends, I wouldn't dare.
But I have to take time to get things figured out
Even though it may mean a period of doubt.

I'm diagnosing myself as psychologically shattered,
Mentally broken, and painfully battered.
Please don't say you're sorry; I'll be just fine.
All I need is myself and some time.

Roar.

I should have read the fine print while in the process of selling my soul to the MCHS choir department.

Follies has completely thrown off my routine and messed things up inside my head.

I'm glad it's almost over.