Wednesday, September 18, 2002

i'm tired. i'm sick. i'm worn down. and i feel like my soul is either dormant or starving beyond belief. I dont want to complain cause everytime i want to complain...well as pathetic as this is...I think of joan, not in a "boy i'm glad that's not ME" way, just in a "wow that could just as easily be me" way and then I stop complaining.
I just wish God would reveal the things he's shown to me to my parents. I know this isn't supposed to be easy. I dont want it to be easy. What am i saying? of course I want it to be easy. Doesnt everyone want acceptance? especially from their parents. well i'm off to Dave's someone who always accepts me. Except when i dont want to play dinosaurs.