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As she looked at the math book, the problem made no sense. Who cares what the mass of the apple before and after getting eaten was? She stared at her book daydreaming of a time, a time where she would get to follow her dreams. Where what people thought no longer mattered. Where she could be with whoever she wanted. Where struggles would happen, but the right people would help her through it.
Everytime i think about it, i get excited. Why should death scare me if our salvation from Jesus Christ is right after? Every time i am afraid, i think why should i be? Do i not trust that God is there with me and will keep me safe? Because even if i die, i have his salvation to look forward to. I will always be safe and loved.
Ever since you left everything is bland. Looking through my magazines, seeing all the happy model couples, the advice they give girls for relationships, i see its all utter bullshit. I just want you back, and even though it is not possible, i just want one more day. I want a day like i see in those magazines, the modeled day. I want you. I want us. I want what we had.
I kept running. Around the corner, tree branches brushing my face, birds chirping as they flew by. A bee buzzed in my face but i didn't care. I was in the zone. Nothing was gonna stop me from breaking this last lap, last mile, last chance to break my goal.
My grandma takes me birthday shopping and asks me what i need. I think about it, my list of things for my birthday, and realize that i do not need anything. I want things. And in ways the things i want are only temporary happiness. What i want is permanent happiness.
Smile. Something i havent done lately. Smiling requires happiness, or joy, or just love. I frown at the abandonement of family and friends, i frown at the fighting between families, i frown at the pain in life. There has been no smiling in my life. But a frown is just a smile upside down right?
the rocket flew in the air, sending charred wood and sparks down below it on the stand it once rested. People cheered as it soared farther into the atmosphere. As the rocket became a glimmer of white among the sunlight, Billy knew what he wanted to do when he grew up. He wanted to ride that rocket right up to the moon with the others.
Solved. Problems like to be solved. Like math. But math is a subject created to stress students out, and i just loathe math and most math teachers. But there are other problems to be solved then math. Like our petty human problems. Our daily problems. Life problems. But who wants to go into the deep crap? Im so done hearing about everyones deep emotional problems. what happened to happiness? Happiness solves prob
Edition. I need a new edition of the Bible? Idk its whats on my mind. My Bible is a little kids version, you know like pictures, easier words and crafts and games and stuff. I want an actual teenager like study Bible, not one with pictures talking about telling your "Mommy and Daddy you love them and Jesus". Yeah. Hopefully i'll get one tomorrow after Church.
..whim...whim...i dont even know what it is. im just going to guess it means something like wit. so wit is being clever. and clever is when your really...clever :P im bad with definitions. i wish i was clever. i cant think of good comebacks or jokes until way after the situation passes. and when i watch golden girls and sophia cracks jokes so fast i just wish i could do that. watch whim not mean anything close to that :P
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