My Sadness on Display

Why should I conceal my feelings of sadness and hurt just to make people feel comfortable? Life is difficult and painful at times, and if I could turn off my emotions I would. Until then, my sadness will be on display. And if I am joyful, that will be on display as well.

You Ain't Got No Alibi...

Sometimes I see people that I don't really like on facebook and they look uglier than I remembered, and I get a little happy inside. This is a terrible thing to say. I am sure that someone is on facebook right now, looking at pictures of me and seeing how much weight I've gained since February and is delighting in the fact that I'm a good deal more cuddly than I once was.

Vanity isn't something to boast about, but I think that my face is a cute one. I'm chubby, but at least my face is nice. The only way some peoples' ugly mugs can be fixed is through surgery, and even then, that won't stop their children from looking appalling. I know it's very mean to make myself feel better by insulting others, but right now, I am a little bit meaner than usual.

Just give me a moment, and I will get over myself and apologize. But right now, I'm just glad that I'm not as unfortunate looking as some.

Thank God Almighty

I am so thankful. So thankful. I have a wonderful man in my life who is not just kind and thoughtful; he makes me laugh and brings me such joy. I have a family who I am able to spend time with and love even when we are so vastly different from one another. I have the most amazing friends that a person could wish for. Life is good.

Some Days

Some days I just really miss my dad. I wish I could be in heaven.

Seriously.

You know it's serious when HE changes his facebook profile picture to a picture of the two of you before you do. Well, four months in and things are still going strong. I'm starting to think that this might just stand the test of time.

Redemption

You have redeemed my soul from the pit of emptiness. I once hid from you because I was ashamed of the mistakes that I made, but You pulled me out of the mud. You cleaned me, gave me food and shelter, warmed me in the shadows of Your wings. You taught me how to walk again, and You taught me how to love. You taught me how to live again, and You loved me when I couldn't love myself. You carried me through the desert. You held me through the storms. You were there on the darkest night and You ordered the light to shine. You named the stars. You counted each hair on my head. You are the beginning. You are the end. You call me Yours. You redeemed me when all hope was lost. You have delivered me from death.

When Things Break

Accidents happen. Things are dropped. Glass shatters. Liquid splashes. Electronics break.

Let's say that I dropped a certain mustard colored purse that happened to have a glass bottle of Arizona Green Tea in it that was three fourths full, and let's just say that the bottle shattered, flooding my bag with a vengeance, as if my purse were inhabited by tiny little sodomites, and let's just say that I happened to have my camera in my purse, and the camera case is not water proof, and now the camera is sticky and broken.

Well, at least I can say that the camera was a find... (that seems to happen to me quite often, actually) so I technically didn't pay anything for it, so there's nothing for me to be upset about really.

In the grand scheme of things, there is a lot I have to be grateful for, but it's still disappointing when things break.