dear like a good neighbor diary,
ordinarily i don't ask God for favors. ima believer- i just don't bother the big man upstairs everyday for petty little requests for dumb things. i give thanks quite often because i do feel blessed and i know i am more blessed than most. my eyes are swollen tonight and my cheeks chapped. my baby grump.
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| ready to hump |
in all cases, i never imagine the worst. the worst is what always i never think of. i fail to take in the information necessary to set off the internal warning we are all suppose to have. i ain't got it i guess. either that or i really am just plain fucking stupid. i do understand that there is a beginning to everything. i do understand that there is an end. but wondering why things only become so important to some people when it is time to let go- why take the time to show an interest now? some of us have always had unconditional and undying love that didn't need a sudden jolt of cruel reality.
