hm. lot's on my brain. but i don't feel like they are adequate enough to put them into words. or long paragraphy words.
it's scary when you start to feel like the home that you've always called home doesn't feel like 'home' anymore. (it's not my real home that I'm talking about.)
My heart is strong, yet so delicate. I keep it guarded so well. Yo tengo miedo que rompa.
I get tired of seeing highschool, and even college, boy-girl things. I get so tired of it. Inside I do. And that statement isn't so black and white, right there. Of course, there is exceptions. But I get tired of it in general. You feel me?
I wish I was closer to some people still. But I'm getting closer to others, it's cool.
I want Gods will for me. I wanna know what He wants. I'm craving it.
Which means I want to get into His word more. And I want to journal more. And write letters more. Everytime I do - the journaling part, I always loose it. Or it gets misplaced, and that is lame.
I want to be more organized. And I want to stop procrastinating. I hate procrastinating.
I want to stop over-thinking and analyzing things. I just want to be and do. Wisely, of course, but I want to stop analyzing.
I want to stop having fights in the morning with my mom and sister. I want to be more postitive. I want to be more uplifting to them.
I want to be challenged to grow deeper with Christ and I want God to show me where I need to be.
I'm learning that there is a lot that I don't like with myself, my innerself, not just outward appearence. I don't like my insecurities that I sometimes have. I don't like how I over-analyze things and miss out on good friendships. I don't like how I let my toungue get the better of me, most times it happens like that. I don't like how I'm a bit timid when it comes to talking about my faith. I don't like how apathy can sink into me and I do a bunch of nothing.
I'm learning more about myself. I guess I just want life to the fullest. But, don't we all? (:
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