Memories of ridicule etch my mind this evening as I soak trying to relax. Every stupid thing I have done or said, every insult from one I respected. I am not depressed, I am not angry. Only ashamed, only embarassed of those memories that seem to always haunt me.
Isnt it curious that good memories are just never good enough, but bad memories couldnt get worse.
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I have already done three entries this week... thats sick.
Too ashamed to pray tonight
there seem to be a lot of kids from sky view who have sitDs.
i can see a couple of them on your friends list.
anyway, that's cool. i was just curious.
btw, you should never be too ashamed to pray--Jesus knows we screw up, that's why he died for us.
He loves you anyway.
I can't write well. I pretty much can't write at all, or so I think. But I like writing, so I continue to blacken the world with lame things!
=] Haha. Sorry. I had a crud day.
Have a happy wonderful. Peace & Love.