Nothing much has really happened since I've wrote except I made up my mind about working at camp. I'm not . I really want to move out and get a taste of responsibilty. I know its going to be hard but me and my friend are going to roommates so it will make easier.
I parties last weekend and went to church the next day and felt really bad. I really need to get it together. My mom is figuring out that I'm back into weed and she's just about ready to take my cell phone away. And when tha happens she said she was going to give me a drug test. But no matter how long I'm away from weed it always comes back to me. This is a poem I wrote at camp I hope you guys like it.
"Why Do I Feel "(My forever prayer)" 6-19-05
Why do I feel when people's with me I'm the only one around?
Why do I feel like if I yell no one will hear me make a sound?
Why do I feel like people don't care when they actually do?
Why do I feel like nothing I do is good enough for you?
Why do I feel stressed?
Why do I feel depressed?
I'm tired of feeling this way.
I'm tired of feeling like I'm always being let astray.
Why do I feel like I don't want people to care?
Why do I feel like there's nothing I can bare?
God, why do I always give in?
Why do I always like to sin?
Lord, this is my forever prayer,
Lord, help me if you can and dare.
Why do I feel like I want to quit?
Why do I always feel like saying, "I can't take anymore, this is it?"
Lord, I pray you take away my pains,
Lord, I beg just take away my strains.
Lord, take away all this feeling.
God, I know you can if I'm just willing. |