Current Mood: I'm not the toothpaste stuck on your shirt These cold days have shown their face on my dry, pale skin. Turmoil has raged inside making me old before my time. Is that what you want? It has all been for the better, mind you. Personally, I take pride in the fact it has made me who I am today. And it has not all been chaos. But it is like the chaos overwhelms the faithful and joyfull. On one of those days where it feels like nothing is going your way, The face of evil appears to be so bad we overlook the good; when the good is the Supreme and through Him we can do all things. To the ones who have acted like imps trying to destroy me for a laugh: You know who you are and you can have your laugh. The laugh that will poison you and show your lies like a movie on the silverscreen infront of the Holy and infront of your pained eyes. You will feel the pain I have felt like it was me who wronged you instead. A black whole will be the end result of that chuckle and I will watch. I would welcome you with open arms if you really cared. But you will not recieve it. You spit me out like I'm rancid and thick. You dropped that laugh on me and I'm here with the baggage trudging through the cold, placid mud. Now, I give it to Him So t's God's revenge. I won't deny, I cannot wait. "I told you so." ? Finally, it will be over on that day.