I think we'd all like to see a little more of you, as in your actual life... than prose and Word. Gorgeous, yes, but we never know how you're doing. : /
Just ask. These days my actual life would be quite boring to you, it consists of going to school, worrying about class, getting out of school, worrying about friends, going home, worrying about the future, going to sleep and letting go of all of my worries except for one.
The prose and Word are always tied to what's going on in my heart at the time that I write them. At this moment, I am hurting because of a talk I had... I wish that everyone could feel the same life I've had. Not that mine was perfect... but I was talking to a guy, it broke my heart. His little sister was killed crossing the street a couple years ago and now his best friend is a boy who, from what it sounds like, is autistic, and was his sister's best friend from before; Then the other day he came home from school, his dad on the couch crying, his friend on the floor, beaten so badly that he has been in the hospital for the last week now.
His dad, who claims to be a christ-follower. My friend has gone to his parents' church, where the bible is not even opened
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So to explain how this post tied into my life, I think that it's best summed up that I feel like one of the people I just condemned. The journal was more like a confession.
Now the explanation there... soooo sad. I like hearing the actual background, too. I know that you would not write an entry if it did not connect to you and wasn't on your mind, but I always wonder if I'm totally missing something. Like the girl who you liked... and I had absolutely noooooooooo clue.... You may have written a vague prose about it, but I wouldn't have had a clue. But, that may have been your exact intention, because vague is always nice like that.
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The prose and Word are always tied to what's going on in my heart at the time that I write them. At this moment, I am hurting because of a talk I had... I wish that everyone could feel the same life I've had. Not that mine was perfect... but I was talking to a guy, it broke my heart. His little sister was killed crossing the street a couple years ago and now his best friend is a boy who, from what it sounds like, is autistic, and was his sister's best friend from before; Then the other day he came home from school, his dad on the couch crying, his friend on the floor, beaten so badly that he has been in the hospital for the last week now.
His dad, who claims to be a christ-follower. My friend has gone to his parents' church, where the bible is not even opened ( ... )
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