Everyone's afraid of their own life. If you could be anything you want, I bet you'd be disappointed. Am I right?


Time:3:55 am.
For those of you who missed the last entry, I now have a new journal. ____firefly. Add it if you wish, I'm not using this journal anymore.
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Time:5:33 am.
Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky you'll get by
If you smile through your fear and sorrow
Smile and maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun come shining through
For you

Light up your face with gladness
Hide every trace of sadness
Although a tear may be ever so near
That's the time you must keep on trying
Smile, what's the use of crying?
You'll find that life is still worth while
If you just smile



Subject:Lacking in the money department leads to begging.
Time:7:03 am.
Mood: hopeful.
Someone please buy me the new Norah Jones CD. I'll pay you back when I get the chance. But seriously, if you see it in a store and have the money, just please pick it up for me. I promise I will pay you back.

Oh, and by the way, does anyone like my new layout? I made it nice and girly. :D

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Subject:Pray for rain.
Time:4:34 am.
Mood: sick.
I used to think emotional pain was worse than physical pain, but I have come to the conclusion that I was far from being right. Physical pain is far worse. It hurts even more than heartbreak, I bet.

I've barely been sleeping lately because I've been really sick. I was supposed to be back in school this week, but they pushed it back. I won't be coming back till after spring break. I'm glad I didn't go back this week because ever since Monday I've been throwing up everything (and nothing, meaning bile). It's horrible. It really hurts my back in the process, also. I'm leaving for Delaware in six and a half hours, and I'm really scared for some reason. I'm afraid of how sick I'll be on the car ride up. But mostly, I'm afraid the doctor is going to tell me bad news, like that I'm not healing right.

Please pray that they give me nothing but good news. And pray that I start feeling better soon. Please. I really can't deal with this much longer. I'm trying to be strong, though. That's the best I can do from this point. After all, it could be a lot worse. I should consider myself lucky at least.

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Subject:Myspace who?
Time:7:51 pm.
Mood: confused.
What the fuck is myspace, and why are all my friends being sucked in!?
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