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Thursday, September 23, 2010

Never Again

I don’t think I can do it…never again. I just can’t take being hurt again. Why does it have to be such a risk? Everyone else seems to have it figured out except for me. Why does it always seem to end in silence?

I don’t want to feel like a criminal. I, unknowingly, was shoved into this system. I don’t want to be blamed for something I didn’t create. I wish I could fix it, I really do. But I am only one person. No power, no voice, nothing. This is a reality I’ve come to terms with and I try my hardest to make the best of it.

I don’t want to live a lie. It destroys me from the inside out. Breaks me into fragments. I don’t want to be told there is a solution when we all know we are just fumbling in the dark. We don’t know left from right, up from down.

I just don’t.

Friday, September 17, 2010

New Heart

It's not a competition and if it is, I don't have to win.
Because we win in the long run when we realize that we loved and laughed harder than any competitor.
It's not a judgment and if it is, I don't have to join in.
Because we have no place to make any judgment on other people.
It's not a prison and if it is, I don't have to be trapped.
Because we are free when we choose to be free, there can be freedom in obedience.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Ouch.

Why is this hurting so much? I thought you were serious, but you weren’t. Maybe it’s because I was very much serious and now I just feel like a fool.

Take my focus to other places. I don’t want to be here anymore.

You were my love. You still are my love. I miss you and I don’t understand. When something good happens I can’t help but think of how much better it would’ve been if you were still here.

It’s time to move on, I know it, I feel it. Patience. I need closure. Why can’t I just have closure?

You said you would never do this to me again. I want to know what happened this time to change your heart. What did I do wrong this time? Will I ever hear from you again?

I tired of feeling like this, I am thirsty. Give me a drink, please. Relief, something, anything. I am dying out here. I don’t know if I am going to be able to make it to the promise land.