I got a letter today. From the local hospital. They want to take a MRI scan of my head. Just to be sure that I don’t have a tumor. I am scared to death. Seriously, I am trembling. I hate doctors. I hate hospitals. I hate it all.
Sometimes I hate getting my mail. Today is one of those days.
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…and I still am… sometimes….
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…someone told me that tears are words our hearts can’t explain. Then why am I sitting here without both tears andd words?? Am I without feelings?…
It really does. Almost more than ever now when it is hidden from the world….
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Dear God, if you’re out there: Let me sleep trough this christmas. Let me just dream happy dreams the whole time, or let it be better than it is in my imagination…..
yay
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My soul is a weary
My soul is a weary
My soul is a weary
I said my soul is a weary
My soul is a weary and beaten down from all of my misery
Oh Lord who will comfort me?
My soul is a weary and beaten down from all of my misery
Oh Lord who will comfort me?
Got a hold on my heart that keeps me bound
When the whole wide world is free
Oh Lord who will comfort me?
Got a hold on my heart that keeps me bound
When the whole wide world is free
Oh Lord who will comfort me?
My home is a wreckage
A family drowned in flight and poverty
Oh Lord who will comfort me?
My home is a wreckage
A family drowned in flight and poverty
Oh Lord who will comfort me?
Oh Lord who will comfort me?
Oh Lord who will comfort me?
Oh Lord who will comfort me…………
put on a smile! Fool yourself into happiness.
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I suck at this. My weeks are full and to be honest with you; I don’t know what to say. I’m on top of the world, but still I can’t say that I’m happy. Something is missing, something is still wrong.
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even though I’m kinda mad at you right now. And even though I’m worried about us at the moment. It is always going to be me and you. Right?
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