So, I transferred over from *whispers, liiivejournal* about 7 (personal) entries.. I don’t know; I’m guessing as to the amount. Didn’t count.. but seven sounds right and, besides, it’s my favorite number. 🙂
I, guess.. you already know “enough” about me (enough; a very relative word. You might, at this point, only have known me for anywhere from 7 seconds to half an hour). I’m alive, I’m 18, living in NY “on my own” for the first time (to both).. I love God, people and music – and I am studying God’s word because
I love tattoos and hate pretty music. (hate is stronger, way stronger, than my dislike goes — used a heavy-loaded word to deepen the contrast)
I like to goof off and don’t pray enough. (true)
I’m selfish, I’m broken, I’m abnormal and all of the unspoken
hurts, pains and fears
amount to fewer than those that I share.
That means, I am very emotional; complain a lot? ehh, complain is a negative, whiny, “little-girl” word.
I’d like to believe that I’m positive, optimistic, upbeat and overall a “lover of life.”
But, there’s always the “other side..” and my mirror reflection is a very dark shade of (nothing.)
The absence of color is so deep that.. there is nothing to be seen; no reason to even hold your eyes open-
because it’s empty, it’s pathetic, and it’s hopeless.
No, not a “complainer..” I just like to vent..
and journaling, is a creative, “acceptable” way of doing so.
I need say nothing else.
Today is the tomorrow I was waiting for, and soon, it will the yesterday I’ll forget a lot about.
Some things, I will remember.. if they’re very small.
or very big.
or very horrible.
or very profound.
So, just whenever you “stop by..”
I’ll be here. 🙂