And the tears stream down A burning behind my eyes Like the taste of blood That wasn't meant to be a haiku, it just... ended up that way... "You're lost beneath the sea, and you didn't wait for me... ...When you carry the weight of one too many yesterdays, you won't know to come in from the rain... You've dug up your own grave, you've no life left to save..." I wish someone would sing this to me... It's "Rain" by the Blake Babies, though I don't think I've ever heard the original version of it... It's from this guy's point of view, and he wants to help someone get over a dark time in their life... I think... Well, the quarter ends tomorrow... If I get a perfect 100% in Spanish next quarter, I can pass with a middle C... And if I can get this weekend out of my geography teacher, I can finish a majority of the make up work for that class, I know I can... And hopefully I'm passing science by now... and that the teacher keeps the same grade all the way through, instead of taking two halves and averaging them... I think I can manage, if I can just get some help. My only problem is that I can't ask my family for support. My grandma can never know how I'm doing in school, my aunt and uncle would tell her, and my other aunt... I get the feeling she's got enough to worry about. A youth group with a prayer box or something would be nice right about now. Any support would be welcome. And yes, I realize that I am begging. I don't think I've been adequately expressing how bad things have been lately... THEY'RE BAD! And yet, I find myself too happy, too often. Damn my carefree spirit. Please, comment, pray, send me a hug, email me (lost-forever@thishell.com), anything would be appreciated. And I will love you forever. Regardless... ~ Beth